70. FCW Halloween Pay Per View

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As Dragon Boom's music hit, the crowd erupted. The cheers were deafening, a testament to the connection they had built with the audience over the past months. Sandro and Kofi made their way to the ring, hyping the crowd as they prepared for what would appear to be a routine promo about their upcoming match. But the fans, both watching live and through television, didn't know what was in store for them.

Sandro and Kofi stepped into the ring with their FCW Tag Team Championships gleaming around their waists, the roar of the crowd echoing through the arena. The fans' cheers gave them an electric energy, but beneath the surface, both men were still simmering from the events of the previous week. They had been cheated, and the time to address it had come.

Sandro was the first to take the mic, his eyes narrowing as he stared down the ramp, knowing full well that Stu and Drew were likely watching from backstage.

"Last Monday," Sandro began, his voice calm but laced with frustration, "we were robbed. Plain and simple. Drew and Stu showed their true colors, and trust me, there's nothing we hate more than cowards who can't fight fair."

The crowd responded with boos, clearly sharing Sandro's disgust. Kofi, standing beside him, nodded in agreement, his own frustration etched on his face.

"They took the easy way out," Kofi continued, raising his microphone. "Brass knuckles? Really? You hit Sandro with brass knuckles because you couldn't beat us like men? That's what you call championship material? Nah, we don't think so."

Sandro took a deep breath, visibly trying to keep his anger in check. "The Empire might think they can cheat their way to victory, but what they fail to understand is this—we're not just any team. We're Dragon Boom. We don't back down, and we damn sure don't let guys like them take what we've worked our entire careers to achieve."

The crowd erupted in cheers again, the love for Dragon Boom palpable. The chemistry between Sandro and Kofi had been undeniable since the day they teamed up. They weren't just partners; they were brothers in arms, and the fans could see that.

Kofi raised his hand, quieting the crowd as he prepared to address the big match looming ahead. "This Friday, FCW Halloween Pay-Per-View, it's us against them. A Steel Cage Iron Man Match. The only way to win is to pin your opponent or make them submit more times than they can do to you. No running. No cheating. No way out."

Sandro smirked, feeding off the intensity of the moment. "That cage is going to lock us in together. No interference, no brass knuckles—just pure, unfiltered violence. And when that bell rings at the end of the match, we'll still be standing here with these titles around our waists."

The crowd roared in approval, but before Kofi or Sandro could continue, the lights in the arena dimmed, and an all-too-familiar theme song hit the speakers. The boos came swiftly, as the sound of The Empire's music filled the arena. Drew and Stu strode out onto the stage, their usual cocky grins plastered on their faces. Dressed in their black and gold gear, the two men exuded arrogance as they soaked in the crowd's disdain.

Drew held a microphone in one hand, twirling it lazily as he and Stu made their way down the ramp. "Oh, boo-hoo," Drew said mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Dragon Boom thinks we cheated. How original."

Stu chimed in as they approached the ring, his tone just as condescending. "You know, it's funny how champions like you two talk about honor and fairness like it means anything in this business. A real champion does whatever it takes to win, and we did just that."

The two men climbed the steel steps, standing at the edge of the ring now, the tension rising. "You can cry about it all you want," Drew continued, stepping between the ropes and into the ring. "But the fact remains, Sandro, that I laid you out. Cold. And if I had wanted to, I could've pinned you right there and taken those shiny belts off your waists."

Stu smirked, his eyes flicking between Sandro and Kofi. "This Friday, we're gonna finish what we started. The only difference is, this time, no one will be able to stop us. Not the refs, not the fans, and certainly not you two."

Sandro stepped forward, his jaw clenched as he stared down both members of The Empire. "You think you're untouchable, don't you?" he growled. "You think that because you can hit a guy with brass knuckles, it makes you champions? It makes you pathetic."

Kofi moved up beside his partner, pointing at Drew. "This Friday, when we're locked in that cage, we're going to make sure you pay for everything. And the best part is, when it's over, you won't have anyone to blame but yourselves."

For a moment, there was a tense silence as the two teams stared each other down, the animosity between them reaching a boiling point. Then, without warning, Drew and Stu launched their surprise attack.

Drew lunged at Sandro, swinging for him with a wild punch, while Stu went after Kofi. Chaos erupted in the ring as fists flew, both teams trading vicious blows. The crowd was on its feet, screaming as the fight quickly escalated.

Sandro dodged Drew's punch and retaliated with a stiff forearm to the face, sending Drew stumbling backward. Kofi, meanwhile, ducked under a clothesline from Stu and hit him with a dropkick, knocking him off balance.

Drew, recovering quickly, charged at Sandro again, this time aiming a knee at his midsection. Sandro sidestepped, grabbing Drew and slamming him into the corner turnbuckle with authority. The impact sent shockwaves through the ring.

Across the mat, Kofi had Stu trapped in the opposite corner, raining down punches as the crowd counted along. "One! Two! Three!" they chanted, their voices growing louder with each hit.

Stu managed to shove Kofi off him, but before he could follow up, Sandro sprinted across the ring and clotheslined him over the top rope. Stu hit the outside floor hard, clutching his back as he groaned in pain.

Drew, still dazed, tried to mount another attack on Sandro, but Kofi was quick to intercept, delivering a swift roundhouse kick that caught Drew square in the jaw. The force of the kick sent Drew stumbling into Sandro, who hoisted him up and slammed him down with a spinebuster, shaking the ring.

The crowd erupted as Drew rolled out of the ring, reeling from the double-team assault. Stu scrambled to his feet outside, clutching his back as he helped his partner retreat up the ramp. The Empire, licking their wounds, glared back at Dragon Boom, their arrogance momentarily shattered.

Sandro and Kofi stood tall in the ring, their eyes locked on their opponents as they slowly backed up the ramp. The crowd chanted their names, and the arena filled with the sound of thunderous applause.

Sandro raised the microphone to his lips one last time, breathing heavily but with a satisfied grin on his face. "You want to cheat? Fine. But when we step into that steel cage this Friday, there won't be any shortcuts. There won't be any running. And when it's all over, Dragon Boom is going to prove why we're the best damn tag team in this business!"

Kofi pointed at the retreating Empire, his voice full of conviction. "The cage locks us all in, and it's just us, the pain, and the clock ticking down. The only thing you'll leave with is a broken ego."

The Empire paused at the top of the ramp, Drew clutching his jaw, Stu nursing his back. They shared a final look of disdain with Dragon Boom before disappearing behind the curtain, but the tension still lingered in the air.

Sandro and Kofi turned to the crowd, holding their belts high, basking in the cheers. But the message was clear—the war between Dragon Boom and The Empire was far from over. And in just a few days, the Steel Cage Iron Man Match would settle the score once and for all.

Four days passed in a whirlwind of final preparations, anticipation, and tension. The rivalry between Dragon Boom and The Empire had reached a fever pitch, and fans across the world had eagerly awaited the showdown. It was Friday night—FCW Halloween Pay-Per-View—one of the most important nights on the FCW calendar, and the card was stacked from top to bottom.

Inside the sold-out arena, the atmosphere was electric, the air thick with anticipation. Fans packed the seats, many of them wearing costumes in the spirit of the holiday, but there was nothing lighthearted about what they were about to witness. Every match leading up to the main event had delivered intense action, but the rivalry between Dragon Boom and The Empire had captured everyone's attention. This wasn't just a tag team title match; it was a battle for supremacy.

The night had already seen Sheamus successfully defend his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship in a brutal, hard-hitting match that left the audience in awe. April, FCW Divas Champion and caught in her own personal drama, retained her title in a fierce bout that showcased her technical prowess. But all those moments now seemed like the calm before the storm, as the final match of the night approached.

Backstage, the energy was palpable as Dragon Boom prepared for their entrance. Sandro paced back and forth in the locker room, shaking out his arms and rolling his neck to loosen up.

His mind raced not just with thoughts of the impending battle, but with everything that had been weighing on him lately—his relationships with April, Nicole, and Brianna were still unresolved. But tonight, none of that could matter. Tonight, he had to be fully focused on the task at hand: retaining the FCW Tag Team Championships.

Kofi, always the more laid-back of the two, sat on a bench, lacing up his boots. Despite his relaxed demeanor, there was an edge to him tonight, a focused intensity that signaled he was ready for war.

"You ready for this, bro?" Kofi asked, standing and tightening the tape around his wrists.

Sandro nodded a grim determination in his eyes. "More than ready. We're walking out of that cage with those belts still around our waists."

The two men bumped fists and headed toward the gorilla position, where the steel cage had already been erected in the ring. The hulking structure stood ominously under the arena lights, its cold, unforgiving metal a symbol of the brutality that was about to unfold.

As Dragon Boom's music hit, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, the sheer volume reverberating through the arena. Sandro and Kofi emerged from the curtain, their FCW Tag Team Championships fastened around their waists, eyes focused and determined. The fans could feel it—their energy, their resolve—and they responded in kind, chanting their names in unison as they made their way down the ramp.

Sandro, laser-focused, stared at the steel cage as they approached. The structure represented everything about tonight's match—no escape, no mercy, and no room for error. They climbed the steel steps and entered the ring, both men taking a moment to soak in the atmosphere.

Kofi took a mic, standing at the center of the ring. "We've been waiting for this for a long time," he began, his voice echoing through the packed arena. "No more shortcuts, no more cheap shots, no more excuses. Tonight, we finish this. Inside that steel cage, The Empire will find out exactly why Dragon Boom is the best tag team in this business."

The crowd roared in agreement, and Sandro took the mic from Kofi. "You wanted a fight? You're gonna get one. Stu, Drew—we're not just fighting for these titles tonight. We're fighting to prove that when the dust settles when it's just us and you locked inside that cage, there's only one team that can walk out with their heads held high."

The crowd's cheers intensified, the energy in the building almost tangible as the tension reached a boiling point. The lights dimmed, and suddenly the music of The Empire hit, bringing a flood of boos from the crowd.

Drew and Stu appeared at the top of the ramp, their faces twisted into smug grins. Draped in their black and gold gear, they exuded arrogance as they sauntered down the ramp, seemingly unfazed by the hostility of the crowd. Drew, ever the trash-talker, laughed as he pointed at Dragon Boom in the ring, miming the motion of putting a championship belt around his waist.

Stu followed close behind, his eyes cold and calculating, his mind no doubt already running through the devious tactics they would use inside the cage. As they reached the ring, they paused at the foot of the steel steps, looking up at the ominous cage looming over them.

Drew grabbed a microphone before entering the ring, his voice dripping with condescension. "You two just don't get it, do you? We don't care about your honor or your so-called 'fighting spirit.' All we care about is walking out of that cage with those titles. And guess what? After we destroy you tonight, that's exactly what's going to happen."

Stu took the mic, his voice low but filled with malice. "You think the cage is going to stop us? That's cute. But we thrive on chaos. You two might be great athletes, but you're not prepared for the lengths we're willing to go to win."

With that, The Empire entered the ring, the tension between the two teams so thick it was almost suffocating. The referee called for the match to begin, and the steel cage door slammed shut, locking all four men inside. The timekeeper rang the bell, and the Steel Cage Iron Man Match was officially underway.

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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