64. First Title Defense

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Sandro raised his title high, the crowd chanting "Dragon Boom!" as he spoke. "So to every tag team in the back, every team watching currently, step up or step aside! Because we're not playing around, whoever brave enough come up and we will show the whole world, why Dragon Boom will still be the FCW Tag Team Champions!!!"

The crowd let out a thunderous cheer in response to Sandro's words, a wave of energy and excitement that surged through the arena. Sandro and Kofi soaked in the moment, standing tall in the ring with their titles held high, while the chants of "Dragon Boom!" reverberated through the arena. Their bold declaration had ignited the audience, and the anticipation for their first title defense hung heavy in the air.

Backstage, Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn stood watching a monitor, their arms crossed in satisfaction. They exchanged nods, pleased with how the crowd had responded to Dragon Boom's challenge. They knew this was the right move, positioning Sandro and Kofi as fighting champions, raising the stakes, and giving them a trial by fire to solidify their place as the top team in FCW.

Dusty glanced over to Eric and Primo, The Puerto Rican Nightmares, who stood nearby, arms folded, ready for their cue. The Puerto Rican Nightmares had been chosen as Dragon Boom's first challengers, not only because of their status as one of the top tag teams in the division but because they had history with Sandro and Kofi.

The intense battles they had waged in the past were legendary, and this rematch would be the perfect way to establish Dragon Boom's reign by overcoming their first opponent.

"You boys ready?" Dusty asked, his voice low and gravelly, filled with the weight of years of experience.

Eric nodded, his eyes sharp and focused. "Oh, we're ready. They don't know what they've got themselves into."

Primo smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Tonight, we're making history for ourselves."

Dusty gave them a knowing grin. "Go out there and give 'em hell."

As Dragon Boom stood in the ring, soaking in the crowd's admiration, the sudden blast of music cut through the cheers, signaling the arrival of their opponents. The lights dimmed, and the ominous, intense entrance theme of The Puerto Rican Nightmares echoed through the arena.

The fans shifted in their seats, the mood changing as the dominant duo made their way toward the ring. Eric and Primo walked with purpose, each with a microphone in hand.

The two challengers paused at the entrance ramp, staring down the champions. Eric was the first to speak, his voice laced with intensity. "First of all, congratulations. You did something most people didn't expect. You won the FCW Tag Team Championships and defeat the two brutes of the Empire, Drew and Stu."

The crowd gave a mixed reaction, some still cheering for Dragon Boom while others anticipated what was coming next. Primo raised his microphone, a sneer forming on his lips. "But you see, that's where your luck and smart decisions ended. Because putting your titles on the line every time you step into this ring? That's the worst decision you could've made. You're practically handing those belts over to us tonight!"

Eric continued, his voice growing darker. "You're fresh champions, and you're already walking into your first defense with all this pressure. You've barely had a moment to celebrate, and you think you can take us down again? Tonight, those belts come home with us."

Sandro and Kofi didn't back down. They stepped forward, standing their ground as the crowd buzzed in anticipation of the confrontation. The tension in the arena was palpable.

Sandro raised his microphone, his eyes locked on Eric and Primo. "We respect you two, no doubt about that. But make no mistake you two, we're not the same team you fought before. We're stronger, we're better, and tonight, we'll prove that."

Kofi nodded in agreement, his confidence unshaken. "You want these titles? Come and get them. But remember this boys! Dragon Boom doesn't go down easy. We fight, and we fight harder than anyone else."

With that, Kofi dropped his microphone, the message clear. They were ready for whatever The Puerto Rican Nightmares threw their way.

The tension reached a fever pitch as the referee entered the ring, signaling for both teams to prepare for the upcoming match. Eric and Primo made their way down to the ring, their eyes locked on the FCW Tag Team Championships that rested on the shoulders of Sandro and Kofi. There was no more talking. It was time to fight.

The bell rang, and the two teams immediately charged at each other, locking up in a fierce struggle. The crowd erupted as the action began, both teams refusing to give an inch. The match started at a breakneck pace, with Sandro and Kofi respectively using their power and agility to counter the speed and methodological move set of Eric and Primo.

Kofi and Sandro's teamwork was on full display. Quick tags and seamless transitions allowed them to stay one step ahead of The Puerto Rican Nightmares in the early stages.

Sandro hit a series of combination consist dropkick, clothesline, and an forearm to the face stunning Eric, before tagging in Kofi, who launched himself off the ropes with a flying forearm, knocking Eric to the mat. The crowd roared with approval, but Eric was far from done.

Primo tagged in and immediately shifted the momentum. His brutal, methodical style began to take its toll on Kofi, grounding him with vicious strikes and submission holds.

The Puerto Rican Nightmares begin to isolate Kofi, cutting off the ring and keeping Sandro at bay. Eric and Primo's experience as a team was evident as they worked in perfect unison, tagging in and out, and keeping the pressure on Kofi.

Kofi found himself in a dangerous situation, nearly losing the match and the title for Dragon Boom after a devastating double-team move from Eric and Primo. The crowd gasped as Eric went for the pin, but Kofi kicked out at the last milisecond, keeping Dragon Boom's title reign alive to the relief of the crowds.

Desperate to turn the tide, Kofi fought back with everything he had, delivering a jaw-dropping spinning knee that caught Primo off guard. Kofi then made the hot tag to Sandro, who exploded into the ring with a flurry of offense.

The crowd erupted as Sandro took down both Eric and Primo with a series of clotheslines, followed by a stunning missile dropkick off the top rope that sent Eric tumbling to the outside.

With Eric out of the picture for the moment, Sandro and Kofi quickly set their sights on Primo. They knew they had to end this match soon. The Puerto Rican Nightmares had come dangerously close to ending their reign, and any more mistakes could cost them the titles.

Primo, dazed but still dangerous, tried to mount a comeback, but Sandro cut him off with a perfectly timed kick on Primo's knee, sending him to fall on his knees. The crowd was on their feet as Sandro signaled for his finisher—the Dragon's Shot.

With precision and speed, Sandro run to the rope Primo up and delivered the Dragon's Shot, a devastating move that had left many of his opponents down for the count.

As Primo crumpled to the mat, Kofi launched himself over the top rope, diving to the outside to take Eric out of the equation. The crowd erupted in awe as Kofi crashed into Eric, taking both men out with a spectacular dive.

Sandro, meanwhile, wasted no time. He dropped down and covered Primo, hooking the leg as the referee slid into position. The crowd counted along with the referee, one, two, three!

The bell rang, and the arena erupted into cheers as Sandro and Kofi were declared the winners. Dragon Boom had successfully defended their titles in their first defense, overcoming the odds and proving their worth as fighting champions.

Sandro stood, his chest heaving from the exertion of the match, and raised his championship high into the air. Kofi, recovering from his dive, rolled back into the ring, joining Sandro in celebration. The two of them stood victorious, their titles gleaming under the arena lights, as the crowd chanted their names.

Backstage, Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn watched the monitor with proud smiles. Dragon Boom had passed their first major test as champions, and they had done so in spectacular fashion.

But Dusty knew this was just the beginning. The road ahead would be filled with more challenges, more risks, and more opportunities for Sandro and Kofi to prove themselves.

As the crowd continued to cheer, Sandro and Kofi embraced the moment, knowing that they had taken the first step in cementing their legacy as one of the greatest tag teams in FCW history. The future was bright, but it was also uncertain. The only thing they knew for sure was that they would keep fighting, keep defending their titles, and keep pushing themselves to be the best.

As they made their way back up the ramp, holding their titles high, the fans showered them with cheers and applause. Sandro and Kofi had set a new standard for what it meant to be champions in FCW, and the entire tag team division had been put on notice.

Dragon Boom wasn't just here to hold the titles, they were here to dominate and prove themselves as the leader of FCW tag team division..

With their first defense behind them, Sandro and Kofi knew that the real journey was just beginning. They had overcome one challenge, but many more were waiting just around the corner. And they were ready for all of them.

As Sandro and Kofi made their way backstage, the adrenaline from their hard-fought victory still pumping through their veins, they could feel the electricity of the crowd lingering in the air.

The cheers and chants of "Dragon Boom!" echoed faintly through the walls, but they knew the victory hadn't come without its struggles. The Puerto Rican Nightmares had pushed them to the limit, and despite walking away as champions, the match had left them with more questions than answers.

As the fans grumbling around, the Titantron suddenly flickered to life. The FCW logo that had been displayed during the commercial break dissolved, revealing a live segment featuring none other than Drew and Stu, the Empire which will do an improve segment. The crowd in the arena erupted into boos, their disdain for the top heel tag team palpable.

The scene unfolded in the Empire's locker room, where Drew and Stu lounged on a leather couch, watching a replay of Dragon Boom's victory over The Puerto Rican Nightmares on a nearby TV screen. Drew, with his signature smirk, leaned forward, pausing the footage just as Sandro hit the Dragon's Shot to secure the win.

"Well, well, well," Drew drawled, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Look at that. Dragon Boom managed to scrape by with a win. Barely."

Stu let out a mocking chuckle, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "Barely is right. I mean, look at them. Sweating, exhausted, hanging on by a thread. If that match had gone on just a minute longer, those belts would be in the hands of The Puerto Rican Nightmares right now."

The crowd's boos intensified, filling the arena with a wave of discontent as Drew leaned back, folding his arms behind his head and letting out a low, disdainful laugh.

"It's clear to me, and it should be clear to everyone watching, that Dragon Boom winning those titles from us was nothing more than a fluke," Drew continued, his voice brimming with contempt. "We had an off night. They got lucky. And tonight? They proved just how fragile their reign is. One bad match, one wrong move, and they're done."

Stu nodded in agreement, his face twisted into a sneer. "And now they're walking around like they're the kings of the tag division, putting their titles on the line in every match like that's supposed to impress us. It's pathetic."

The segment continued, with Drew and Stu exchanging glances, their expressions turning more sinister and arrogant fully utilizing their heel aura.

"So, when are we going to get our rematch?" Drew asked, his voice dark and ominous. "When do we take back what's rightfully ours?"

Stu, ever the strategist, leaned forward, a devious grin spreading across his face. "Let's not rush things. Let's see how Dragon Boom holds up in their next few defenses. Let them wear themselves out, crack under the pressure. Then, when the time is right, we strike. And trust me, when we do, they won't be walking away with those belts again."

The segment ended with Drew and Stu sharing a knowing look, their plan clear: they would wait, biding their time, watching for any sign of weakness before making their move. The titantron faded to black, leaving the crowd in the arena buzzing with anticipation and unease while also a slight excitement, knowing that the rivalry between Dragon Boom and The Empire hadn't ended yet.

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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