Bab 62: 56. Learning a House Show Behind The Scene
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As Sandro and Kofi walked off together, their minds already racing with strategies, they knew that their journey wasn't over yet. The challenge ahead was immense, but with each step they took, their resolve grew stronger. They weren't just fighting for the titles—they were fighting to cement their legacy as one of the greatest tag teams in FCW history. And when the time came to climb those ladders and seize the belts hanging above the ring, Dragon Boom would be ready. Ready to fly, ready to fight, and ready to make history.
As Sandro and Kofi walked toward the locker room to change out of their ring gear, the adrenaline from their segment still coursed through their veins. The crowd's roar and the high stakes of their upcoming TLC match had them both buzzing. Sandro pulled out his phone as it vibrated in his pocket. A warm smile spread across his face as he read the message.
Dad: "Congratulations, champ! We're so proud of you! That match was incredible! We can't wait to see you next week at TLC. We'll be there live to cheer you on!"
Mom: "You were amazing, Sandro! We've booked our flights for next week. Your father and I wouldn't miss it for the world. Good luck with the preparations! No pressure! We'll be watching closely!"
Sandro couldn't help but feel a rush of emotion. His parents had always been his biggest supporters, attending as many shows as they could, even when his career was still starting. Knowing they would be in the crowd at TLC meant everything to him. He quickly typed a response.
Sandro: "Thank you so much, Mom and Dad. It means the world to have you there. I can't wait to see you both! Love you."
He slipped his phone back into his bag, looking up at Kofi, who had noticed his smile.
"Family checking in?" Kofi asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah," Sandro replied, still grinning. "They're coming to TLC. They'll be there live."
Kofi's face lit up. "That's awesome, man! Nothing like having the family in the crowd for a big match."
Sandro nodded, feeling the weight of what was coming. With his parents in attendance, there was no way he could let The Empire win. Next week would be career-defining, not just for Dragon Boom but for Sandro personally.
The two men finished changing and left the arena with the excitement of TLC still fresh in their minds. But for now, there were a few days to prepare both physically and mentally. They needed to strategize, train, and be ready to face the chaos that awaited them.
Four days passed by in the blink of an eye, and the FCW House Show was in full swing. House shows were unique experiences, offering fans a more intimate look at their favorite stars in matches that weren't televised or streamed. It was a place where the wrestlers could have a little more fun, test out new moves or personas, and engage with the crowd in ways that weren't always possible during televised events.
Tonight's card was packed with two marquee matches that had fans buzzing. Sheamus, the reigning FCW Heavyweight Champion, was set to defend his title against Big Rob, a powerhouse and a bug time heel.
Meanwhile, April, the FCW Divas Champion, was taking on Nicole and Brianna in a triple-threat match for her title. These matches were guaranteed to bring the house down, and the crowd had filled the arena to capacity, eager to witness the action.
But Sandro wasn't scheduled to wrestle tonight. Instead, Dusty and Steve had pulled him aside earlier in the day with an unexpected offer.
"We think you've got a great mind for this business, kid," Dusty had said, clapping Sandro on the shoulder. "Tonight, we want you to sit backstage with us as an honorary producer."
Steve had chimed in with his usual enthusiasm. "Yeah, get a feel for how things run behind the scenes. You've got the potential to be more than just a great wrestler—you could help shape the future of FCW, man. Tonight, we'll show you the ropes."
Sandro had been both flattered and intrigued by the opportunity. He knew that he wouldn't be in the ring forever in the future and had always been curious about the inner workings of the business. Getting this behind-the-scenes look was something he couldn't pass up.
Now, as he stood backstage with Dusty and Steve, watching the monitors, Sandro was learning more than he ever imagined. Dusty and Steve were showing him how to call the action, organize the flow of the show, and work with the talent to ensure that everything ran smoothly.
"This is where the magic happens," Dusty said, pointing at one of the production screens. "You see that camera angle there? That's the one we use to get the close-up reactions. The timing has to be perfect, especially in high-drama moments."
Steve leaned in, gesturing toward the match currently happening in the ring. "And listen to the crowd. You've gotta know when to pull back and let the audience take over. When you feel that energy swell, you let it breathe. Don't rush it. The fans are part of the storytelling, and sometimes you just let them carry the moment."
Sandro nodded, absorbing every word. He found it fascinating to see how much detail and thought went into every second of the show. The coordination between the wrestlers, the referees, the production team, was a well-oiled machine that relied on everyone working together seamlessly.
As the night progressed, Sandro found himself increasingly immersed in the backstage role. He offered feedback on match pacing, discussed ideas with the other producers, and even had a few suggestions for how certain spots in the matches could be executed.
Dusty and Steve were impressed with his insights, and by the end of the night, they were talking about the possibility of Sandro taking on more of a producer role in the future, long after his in-ring career had run its course.
"Don't get ahead of yourselves," Sandro had laughed. "I've still got a lot of years left in the ring. But yeah, I could see myself doing this down the road."
As the night's main event approached, the energy in the arena reached a fever pitch. Sheamus versus Big Rob for the FCW Heavyweight Championship was a huge draw, and the fans were on the edge of their seats, waiting for the action to begin.
Big Rob had been on a tear recently, working his way up the ranks, and this was his big shot at the title being positioned as the challenger as he had become a heat magnet for this past months.
As Sheamus made his entrance, the crowd erupted in cheers. He carried the FCW Heavyweight Championship proudly over his shoulder, looking every bit the dominant champion that he was.
Big Rob followed soon after with the crowd loud booing or jeering, his massive frame casting a shadow as he made his way down the ramp, focused and determined.
From backstage, Sandro watched the match unfold, marveling at the athleticism and storytelling playing out in front of him. Sheamus and Big Rob were masters of their craft, and every move, every hold, every strike was calculated to elicit the maximum reaction from the crowd.
Dusty leaned over, whispering to Sandro as the match reached its climax. "Watch how Sheamus sets this up. He's a master at pacing."
Sure enough, as the match built to its crescendo, Sheamus hit Big Rob with a series of powerful moves, but Big Rob refused to stay down. The crowd was on their feet, torn between wanting to see a new champion crowned and their loyalty to Sheamus. In the end, Sheamus managed to retain his title with his well-timed finisher the Fiery Red Hand that sent Big Rob crashing to the mat.
As Sheamus stood victorious, holding his championship high, Sandro couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Even though he hadn't been part of the match, being behind the scenes and witnessing the intricate work that went into making a main event like this come together was rewarding in its own way.
The night wasn't over yet, though. April's Divas Championship defense was up next, and Sandro was eager to see how she would fare against Nicole and Brianna. The triple-threat match was fast-paced and filled with high spots, showcasing the athleticism of all three women. April, as always, proved why she was the reigning champion, using her speed and agility to counter the strength and cunning of her opponents.
By the time April pinned Nicole to retain her title, the crowd was roaring with approval, and Sandro couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer level of talent on display.
As the house show came to a close, Dusty and Steve patted Sandro on the back, congratulating him on a job well done as an honorary producer.
"You've got a real knack for this," Steve said, grinning. "I wouldn't be surprised if you end up running this place one day."
Sandro laughed, shaking his head. "I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I've still got a lot to learn. This was an eye-opener, though."
Dusty nodded. "You've got the mind for it, kid. You've got a bright future ahead of you—both in and out of the ring."
As Sandro packed up his things and headed out of the arena, his thoughts drifted back to TLC. His parents would be there. The Empire would be ready for war. And Dragon Boom? They would be ready to make history.
The week had flown by, and now all that remained was the biggest match of Sandro's career. But as he walked out into the night, he felt calm. Confident. Focused. Next week, he and Kofi would do more than just compete—they would soar. They would fight. And they would claim their place as the new FCW Tag Team Champions.
On Sunday, the day before his big TLC match, Sandro found himself standing at the arrivals gate of the airport, scanning the crowd for two familiar faces. His heart swelled with excitement as he caught sight of his parents, Jack and Taylor, making their way toward him, dragging their suitcases behind them.
"Sandro!" Taylor exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace him.
Sandro wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth and love only a mother could give. His father was next, giving him a hearty slap on the back before pulling him into a tight hug.
"Look at you!" Jack said, his voice full of pride. "My boy, the FCW Tag Team Champion! I knew you'd make it."
Sandro laughed, shaking his head. "I'm not quite there yet, Dad. Tomorrow's the big match, though."
Jack grinned, giving Sandro a playful nudge. "I've seen you wrestle plenty of times, son. You've got this. The Empire doesn't stand a chance."
The three of them left the airport and piled into Sandro's car. On the way to a nearby restaurant, they chatted about family, work, and life back home. It was a rare treat for Sandro to have his parents with him before such an important event, and he cherished every moment of their reunion. As they pulled into the parking lot of a small, cozy Italian restaurant Sandro had chosen, the mood was light and full of laughter.
Inside, the three of them settled into a corner booth. The restaurant was quiet, with only a few other patrons scattered around. The smell of garlic and freshly baked bread filled the air, making Sandro's stomach rumble in anticipation. After placing their orders—lasagna for Sandro, spaghetti for his mother, and a steak for his father—they continued to catch up.
"So, how's training been?" Taylor asked, her eyes filled with concern despite her proud smile. "Are you taking care of yourself?"
Sandro nodded, taking a sip of water before answering. "Yeah, Mom, I'm doing fine. The training's been tough, but Kofi and I are ready for the match. We've been putting in extra hours at the gym, running through spots, and getting our timing down."
"Good to hear," Jack said, crossing his arms over his chest. "But you've got to be careful with those TLC matches, son. Tables, ladders, chairs... they can be brutal. You remember what happened to Edge back in the day."
Sandro chuckled, appreciating the fact that his dad was such a fan of wrestling history. "Yeah, I know. Trust me, we've been working on avoiding unnecessary risks. But it's a TLC match, so things are bound to get chaotic. Kofi and I have a few tricks up our sleeves, though."
The conversation flowed easily, shifting from the intricacies of wrestling to more personal matters. Sandro shared stories about his life on the road, how things had been evolving for Dragon Boom, and his aspirations beyond the upcoming match. He also told them about the atmosphere backstage and how Dusty and Steve had been mentoring him, showing him the ropes of production.
Taylor beamed with pride as she listened. "It sounds like you've got some incredible opportunities ahead of you, Sandro. But remember to take care of yourself. The spotlight can be harsh, and I don't want to see you get too caught up in it." Sandro smiled. His mother had always been the more cautious one, her heart filled with love and worry in equal measure. She was proud, no doubt, but she wanted him to stay grounded.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 18 (2008)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Style
Faction: Dragon Boom (Tag Team)
Championship History: 0
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