章 98: 92. Meeting The Power Couple Of Wrestling Industry
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A few hours later, Steve returned to Dusty's office with a triumphant look on his face. "Good news," he said, holding up his phone. "I just got off the phone with TNA, and they're willing to let Creed come over for a short-term deal. We've got him."
Dusty's grin widened. "Perfect. Now we can get the ball rolling on this faction war."
Steve sat down, the excitement clear in his voice. "And I've already put in the call to WWE. They're ready to move forward with those signings, but they wanted to be present for those signings so they will sent representative to represent them. By the time next year rolls around, FCW is going to be stacked with talent."
Dusty nodded, his mind already racing with ideas for how to incorporate these new signings into the FCW landscape. "All right, let them sent those people as long as we get the greenlight. This is going to be a game-changer, Steve. We're setting up something that's going to make waves for years to come."
As they sat back and began planning the next steps, it was clear that FCW was on the brink of something special. With the faction storyline set to kick off next year and a roster full of new and exciting talent on the way, the future had never looked brighter for the company—or for the wrestlers who would soon be at the forefront of this new FCW.
As Dusty thought about everything that lay ahead, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. This was what wrestling was all about—creating stories, building stars, and giving the fans something to believe in.
As Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor wrapped up their training session, the gym's energy began to die down. Taylor, still buzzing from the conversation earlier, was trying to figure out a way to show his gratitude to Sandro and Kofi who had included him into such important storyline.
He'd always known Sandro will definitely do something like this one way or another, as his older brother was his best friend but he didn't expect that Kofi would do this as well because Sandro would never do it if Kofi doesn't agree.
The way they had taken him under their wing today, giving him the opportunity of a lifetime, made him feel indebted. As the three of them stretched and cooled down, Taylor glanced over at Sandro and Kofi.
"Hey, guys," Taylor said, hesitating for a moment, unsure if this was appropriate, "I really appreciate everything you're doing for me, so I was thinking… Do you have time after this? I'd like to treat you both to dinner at this Indian place I know a few blocks away. It's the least I can do to say thanks."
Sandro and Kofi exchanged glances, both of them waving off the suggestion at first. Sandro, smiling, shook his head. "Nah, man, you don't owe us anything. We're doing this because we believe in you. You've earned this spot because of your hard work and your potential, not because of anything we're doing."
Kofi nodded in agreement. "Exactly. You're the youngest wrestler in FCW right now, and in kayfabe, this story only works because you're believable as the next big thing. You're going to do great, and we're just here to help guide you. Don't worry about dinner."
But Taylor, persistent and clearly wanting to show his appreciation, smiled and kept pushing. "Come on, you guys. It's just dinner, and I promise the food's great. You're doing a lot more than you think for me, and I want to thank you for that. Let me do this, just this once."
Sandro sighed, still smiling. "All right, all right, you win. We'll go."
Kofi chuckled. "Yeah, okay. But you're paying," he said with a wink, which made all three of them laugh.
With that settled, they headed to the locker room to shower and change out of their training gear. As they were getting dressed, Sandro's phone buzzed with a text message. It was from April, though Nicole had clearly added her touch to the message as well, since they both liked to use one phone to send him texts.
"Hey babe, Nicole and I were wondering if you had time tonight for a movie night? We could do it at my place or yours, doesn't matter. Just want to spend some time with you."
Sandro felt a twinge of guilt. He had been so focused on his matches, finding the perfect time to pitch the idea to Dusty and Steve, and the long hours of training, that he hadn't been able to spend much time with either April or Nicole recently even though they had spend some time together and goes on couple more dates, he still felt that the time he spend with them wasn't enough.
He stared at the message for a moment, debating how to respond, but he knew tonight was important. He was going to spend time with Taylor and Kofi, laying more groundwork for the relationship between Kofi and Taylor to increase their understanding of each other f which in turn create chemistry for their faction storyline that would shape the next few months of their careers.
With a wry smile, he typed his reply.
"Hey, I'd love to, but I'm actually heading to dinner with Kofi and Taylor tonight. Taylor's treating us after training. We're going to talk more about the faction storyline I told you about on our first date. I know I owe you both some time, though, and I promise I'll make it up to the two of you."
A few minutes later, his phone buzzed again. This time, both April and Nicole had clearly chimed in on the reply.
"Aww, we get it! No worries, babe. We know how much this storyline means to you. You've got to focus on work right now, and we support that. Just remember, you owe us a good movie night soon! Have fun tonight, and don't stress about it. We love you!"
Sandro felt a wave of relief. He knew they were both understanding, but it always helped to hear it. With everything moving so fast lately, he appreciated how supportive they were. He quickly sent back a thanks and a promise to make time for them in the near future, then slid his phone into his pocket and finished changing.
A short while later, the three of them—Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor—piled into Sandro's car, with Sandro behind the wheel. The drive to the Indian restaurant was short, and as they cruised through the streets of Tampa, the conversation flowed easily. They talked about wrestling, their favorite matches from the past, and which storylines had inspired them when they were younger.
By the time they arrived at the restaurant, the warm, spicy smell of Indian food greeted them as soon as they stepped through the door. Taylor had been right—the place was small but cozy, with colorful décor and a friendly atmosphere. It was clear from the moment they sat down that this was one of Taylor's favorite spots, and Sandro and Kofi were both impressed.
They ordered a mix of dishes—naan bread, chicken tikka masala, lamb curry, and a few vegetable sides—and as the food started arriving, the conversation turned back to the faction storyline. Over plates of food, they began discussing the nuances of what was coming next and getting to know each other more.
The dinner went on for a couple of hours, the three of them talking about the intricacies of the business, their life before arriving at FCW, and where they saw their careers going in the next few years.
By the time they finished, the restaurant was starting to empty out, and the streets outside were quiet. Taylor insisted on picking up the bill, despite Kofi's half-hearted protests which resulted in shared laughs between the three of them, and as they walked back to Sandro's car, there was a sense of excitement among them.
As they got into the car and headed back toward the FCW headquarters, driving through the quiet Tampa streets, there was a sense of purpose in the car. This was more than just another night out. This was the beginning of something special, and they all knew it.
A week passed by in the blink of an eye. Sandro, still getting used to the whirlwind of events that had occurred over the past several months, found himself sitting in a meeting room at FCW headquarters. He was dressed in a business-casual outfit, his mind racing with a mixture of excitement and confusion.
Dusty had called him earlier that morning with a cryptic message, instructing him to come to the office wearing professional attire. He hadn't given much more context beyond that, and the tone of Dusty's voice had left Sandro both intrigued and nervous.
After a quick morning routine, Sandro had thrown on a button-up shirt and slacks, jumped into his car, and sped toward FCW headquarters. When he arrived, he entered the building and made his way through the familiar halls, but something felt different today. The air was charged with an energy he hadn't felt before.
When Sandro reached the large meeting room, the scene outside the door only added to his confusion. Members of the FCW creative team were pacing back and forth, taking calls and speaking in hushed tones. It was clear something big was happening. Two men in black suits stood guarding the door, their faces unreadable as they blocked Sandro from entering.
Before he could ask what was going on, the door to the room opened, and Steve stepped out, spotting Sandro immediately. With a reassuring nod, Steve gestured for the two guards to step aside and let him through.
"Come on in, Sandro," Steve said, his voice calm but serious.
Sandro entered the room, unsure of what to expect. As soon as he stepped inside, his breath caught in his throat. Sitting at the table were two people he had only ever seen on TV and YouTube in his past life and this life—Triple H and Stephanie McMahon.
They were in the middle of a conversation with Dusty, who was leaning back in his chair, listening intently. All three of them turned their heads toward the door as Sandro walked in.
For a moment, Sandro's mind raced back to his past life, remembering the countless hours he'd spent watching these two wrestling couple powerhouses on screen.
Triple H, the "Cerebral Assassin," and Stephanie McMahon, the daughter of Vince McMahon and one of the most influential figures in the wrestling industry. It was surreal to be in the same room as them, and even more so to be introduced as if he belonged there.
Dusty broke the silence, waving Sandro over with a wide grin. "Sandro, come on over here. I want you to meet some people."
Trying to compose himself, Sandro approached the table, his heart pounding in his chest. Dusty stood up and placed a hand on Sandro's shoulder, introducing him to the WWE executives.
"This is Sandro, one of our brightest rising stars here at FCW," Dusty said proudly. "He's going to be a key part of the new faction storyline we're working on."
Triple H extended his hand, and Sandro, still in awe, shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you, Sandro," Triple H said, his voice calm but authoritative. "Dusty's been telling us a lot about you. Sounds like you're doing great things here."
Stephanie smiled warmly and extended her hand as well. "We've heard some good things. You're making quite an impression."
Sandro, still trying to process the surreal nature of the situation, managed to smile back. "Thank you. It's an honor to meet both of you." Dusty motioned for Sandro to take a seat beside him, and as he did, Steve took his place next to Dusty.
Triple H and Stephanie resumed their conversation, explaining that they were here to oversee some potential talent acquisitions that FCW wants to do and to ensure that the WWE's involvement in FCW's development to develop talent for WWE was progressing smoothly. Sandro listened intently, trying to absorb everything they were saying while still grappling with the fact that he was sitting in a room with two of the biggest names in the wrestling world.
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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: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions
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