42. The First FCW Divas Champion

Sandro decided to keep the news to himself for now, wanting to see April's genuine reaction when it was revealed. Instead, he focused on his preparation for the FCW Live Show. He had a match of his own to get ready for, facing the Puerto Rican Nightmare in the second round of the tag team tournament and he wanted to make sure he and Kofi delivered a performance that would complement the historic night that was about to unfold.

Over the next two days, Sandro and Kofi focused intensely on training for their upcoming match. They knew that facing the Puerto Rican Nightmares—Primo and Eric Escobar—would be no easy task.

The two teams met at the FCW training area to choreograph their match, working together to create the perfect spots that would make their bout memorable. Sandro and Kofi's dedication to crafting an exciting match was evident as they practiced each move repeatedly, ensuring that every moment would resonate with the audience.

Meanwhile, as Sandro and Kofi prepared for their tag team match, the women in the FCW Divas Championship finals were also preparing for what was set to be a historic match. April, Nicole, and Natalya were summoned by Dusty and Steve several hours before the FCW Live Show for a meeting. The tension was palpable as the three women sat in the office, waiting to hear how their match would unfold.

Dusty began by acknowledging the hard work each of them had put into the division, praising their performances in the tournament thus far. He then informed them of the changes made to the story and the finish of the match. April, he announced, would be the inaugural FCW Divas Champion.

Nicole and Natalya exchanged quick glances, their disappointment thinly veiled. They had both dreamed of being the first to hold the title, and knowing that the match was structured so that April and Nicole would get more airtime only deepened the sting for Natalya. She would be eliminated first, leaving April and Nicole to finish the match in a singles competition.

Natalya's heart sank as she processed the news. She had hoped to make a lasting impact in the match, and though she tried to keep a brave face, she couldn't help but feel disheartened.

She knew this was a significant opportunity, but it was hard not to focus on the fact that she wouldn't be the one standing tall at the end. Still, she consoled herself with the knowledge that being part of this historic match would still boost her credibility and resume. In a business as unpredictable as professional wrestling, every moment counted, and Natalya was determined to make hers memorable.

April, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with emotion. She had worked tirelessly to elevate the women's division and being chosen as the first FCW Divas Champion felt like the culmination of all her efforts. She tried to keep her excitement in check, aware that Nicole and Natalya were disappointed, but her giddiness was impossible to hide. She thanked Dusty and Steve repeatedly, her gratitude evident in every word.

Dusty smiled, understanding the weight of the decision. "It wasn't easy to choose," he admitted, "but you've proven yourself, April. We believe you can give this title the legitimacy it needs right out of the gate. But remember, this isn't just about the belt—it's about setting the tone for the entire division."

The hours leading up to the FCW Live Television Show were filled with a flurry of last-minute preparations. The atmosphere backstage was electric, with everyone keenly aware that tonight's show was going to be a turning point for FCW. The first match of the night was the second round of the tag team tournament, pitting Sandro and Kofi against the Puerto Rican Nightmares.

But before the match could begin, Dusty's entrance music blared through the arena, drawing cheers from the crowd. He stepped onto the stage with a microphone in hand, a mischievous grin on his face. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "before we kick off tonight's action, I've got a special announcement."

The crowd buzzed with anticipation as Dusty continued. "You all have been voting on a team name for Sandro and Kofi, and we've narrowed it down to the top five choices!" The titantron lit up with the five names that had received the most votes, and the crowd roared as each option was displayed.

"Now," Dusty said, "I want everyone here and watching at home to do a live vote between these five names. By the end of the night, we'll reveal which name you've chosen for these two great competitors!"

The energy in the arena was palpable as the live voting commenced. Sandro and Kofi watched from backstage, exchanging excited looks. They had been so focused on their match that they had nearly forgotten about the team name vote.

Now, seeing the crowd's enthusiasm, they were more pumped than ever to give a performance that would live up to whatever name the fans chose.

As the voting continued, Dusty stepped aside, allowing the match to begin. The bell rang, and the crowd erupted as Sandro and Kofi squared off against Primo and Eric Escobar. The match was everything they had planned for—fast-paced, hard-hitting, and filled with dramatic near-falls that had the audience on the edge of their seats.

Sandro and Kofi worked seamlessly as a unit, their chemistry evident in every tag and combination move. The Puerto Rican Nightmares proved to be formidable opponents, countering many of Sandro and Kofi's best moves and bringing their own brand of intensity to the match. But the highlight came when Sandro hit his signature move, the Dragon Twist Cutter, followed by the boom drop from Kofi on Eric Escobar. The move was executed flawlessly, and the crowd erupted as Sandro went for the pin.

One...two...three.

The arena exploded with cheers as Sandro and Kofi were declared the winners, advancing to the next round of the tournament. They celebrated in the ring, the adrenaline coursing through their veins as they soaked in the crowd's reaction.

Backstage, the atmosphere was just as charged. Wrestlers and crew members congratulated Sandro and Kofi as they made their way back, and Dusty gave them a nod of approval as they passed by.

"Well done, boys," Dusty said. "You've got the momentum now. Keep it up."

Sandro and Kofi exchanged grins, their confidence boosted by the victory. But as much as they wanted to savor the moment, they knew there was more to come. The main event—the FCW Divas Championship match—was still on the horizon, and the anticipation was building.

As the show progressed, the tension backstage continued to mount. April, Nicole, and Natalya were in their final preparations, and each of them focused on the task at hand. The significance of the match was not lost on any of them, and despite the outcome already being decided, they all wanted to deliver a performance that would be remembered.

When it was finally time for the main event, the crowd was buzzing with excitement. The build-up had been intense, with each woman in the match being given ample time to showcase her skills in the lead-up to this moment. As their entrance music played, one after the other, April, Nicole, and Natalya made their way to the ring, each receiving a warm reception from the fans.

The match began with all three women going at it full force. The chemistry between them was evident, and it was clear that they had meticulously planned each spot to ensure the match flowed smoothly.

Natalya's technical prowess was on full display, as she grounded both April and Nicole with a series of submissions and power moves. Nicole's strength shone through as she hit a series of power moves that kept the crowd on their feet. And April, with her combination of technical skill and ring psychology, worked to keep the pace of the match intense and engaging.

The turning point came when Natalya was double-teamed by April and Nicole. After a series of rapid-fire moves, the two managed to simultaneously pin Natalya, each draping an arm over her in exhaustion. The referee counted to three, and the arena was filled with a mix of cheers and confusion as both women began to celebrate.

But the celebration was short-lived. Dusty appeared at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand, his expression serious. "Hold on a minute!" he called out, drawing the attention of the crowd and the competitors in the ring.

Dusty slowly made his way down to the ring, the tension building with each step. Once inside, he addressed the situation. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've got a bit of a problem here. You see, both April and Nicole have their arms over Natalya, which means we don't have a clear winner. But we can't have two champions, can we?"

The crowd responded with a resounding "No!" as Dusty continued. "So here's what we're going to do. We're restarting this match, but this time, it's going to be one-on-one—April versus Nicole. One of you is going to leave here tonight as the first-ever FCW Divas Champion."

The fans erupted as the referee called for the bell, and the match was restarted. April and Nicole circled each other, the stakes now higher than ever. The two women put on a clinic, each pulling out all the stops in their quest to become the inaugural champion. Near-falls, counters, and dramatic reversals kept the audience glued to the action, their cheers growing louder with each passing minute.

In the end, it was April who managed to outmaneuver Nicole, catching her with her finisher, Shiranui, causing Nicole to fall down on the mat hard leaving the crowd gasping.

The referee counted the pinfall—one, two, three—and the arena exploded with cheers as April was declared the first-ever FCW Divas Champion by the announcer.

As the referee handed her the championship belt, April's emotions overwhelmed her. Tears streamed down her face as she held the title high, the culmination of years of hard work and dedication finally paying off.

The crowd chanted her name as she celebrated in the ring, and even Nicole, despite her disappointment, offered a handshake in a show of sportsmanship and silence congratulation to April.

Backstage, Sandro watched the match on a monitor, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. He had believed in April from the start, and seeing her triumph was incredibly satisfying. He knew that this moment was worth the wait for him, April, FCW, and the fans.

After the main event ended, Dusty appeared once more, microphone in hand, as the titantron displayed the top five team names for Sandro and Kofi. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the final reveal.

The live vote was still ongoing, and fans both in the arena and watching at home could see that the number one name, "Utopia's Dawn," was locked in a heated battle with the number two name, "Dragon's Boom." The other names—"Dragon and Dash," "High Voltage," and "Brotherhood of Steel"—trailed behind but were still in the mix.

Dusty walked confidently to the center of the ring, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the arena. Just as he was about to announce the results, the titantron suddenly changed, displaying a large question mark symbol. The crowd let out a collective groan, eager to know the outcome.

Dusty chuckled at the reaction. "I know, I know," he said, holding up his hand to quiet the audience. "But here's the thing, folks—the live voting has officially closed! And now, I'd like to invite Sandro and Kofi to come on out here so we can all see the team name that the FCW family has chosen for them!"

The arena lights dimmed slightly as Sandro and Kofi's music blared through the speakers. The crowd erupted in cheers as the two men made their way to the ring, both of them visibly excited. They had been waiting for this moment, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

As they entered the ring, Dusty wasted no time. "Alright, gentlemen, are you ready?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear. Sandro and Kofi nodded, their expressions a mix of excitement and nervousness. Dusty turned back to the titantron, and with a dramatic flourish, he pointed to it as the name was revealed on the titantron.

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Name: Alessandro Zhang

Age: 18 (2008)

Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA

Brand: FCW

Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Style

Faction: None

Championship History: 0