107. Recommending Female Talent

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Sandro, seizing the moment to turn the tables, pointed a finger at Creed. "You know what, Creed? Since you're so confident, why don't you step in the ring with Taylor next week? No excuses, no cheap shots. Just a straight-up match with the two of us in his corner, making sure you don't do anything underhanded. Let's see if you can back up all that talk."

Creed's expression wavered for a second, but he quickly masked his uncertainty with a smirk, nodding in acceptance. "Fine by me," he replied, trying to sound confident as he shot a last, challenging look at Taylor.

"I'll see you in the ring, loser." With that, he turned and walked off, leaving the crowd buzzing with excitement over the new development, as they can't wait to see the match next week between Taylor with Sandro and Kofi in their corner against Creed.

As Creed disappeared backstage, Taylor turned to Sandro and Kofi, the nervousness evident in his eyes despite his attempts to appear calm. Sandro clapped a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"You've got this, man. Just remember everything we talked and taught you, and go out there to prove yourself, not to him, but to the fans." Taylor nodded, taking in their words and letting the anticipation settle into a sense of purpose.

Next week's match would be a defining moment for him, and he knew that with Sandro and Kofi in his corner, he could rise to the challenge, defeat Creed, and bring honor to the legacy of his family of wrestlers as the third generation wrestler.

After the segment ended, the crowd, both in the arena and watching from home, was left buzzing with anticipation. The dynamic between Taylor and Creed, intensified by Sandro and Kofi's involvement, had captivated fans.

This match was going to be more than a typical rivalry showdown; it had the makings of a career-defining moment for Taylor and Creed as the energy in the air was palpable.

As the live cameras cut away, Taylor let out a breath, his nerves giving way to excitement. He knew that next week's match could be his opportunity to prove himself, both to the fans and to the wrestling world.

Backstage, Sandro and Kofi were quick to approach Taylor, congratulating him on the intensity he brought to the segment. "You're getting sharper every week," Kofi said, clapping Taylor on the back. "Your expressions, your timing, it's all coming together."

Sandro nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you nailed it out there, man. The crowd's behind you. Just keep that same energy going into next week."

Taylor smiled, grateful for their mentorship and support. Just then, Creed joined them, having returned from his backstage area after cooling off from the segment.

His demeanor had shifted from the intense, mocking rival in the ring to his usual professional self. He walked up to the trio with a grin. "Good job out there, guys," he said, extending a hand to Taylor, who shook it firmly.

"You too, Creed. That was awesome," Taylor replied, genuinely appreciating the veteran's commitment to the rivalry. He knew that Creed's taunts and sneers weren't personal as they were all part of building up their storyline and making it feel real to the fans.

The four wrestlers huddled together, ready to discuss the details of the upcoming match. Taylor was eager to hear how they could structure the bout to make it exciting, not just for the fans but also for his development as a performer.

Dusty and Steve had given them a fifteen-minute window for the match, and the team wanted to make every second count.

"Alright, so we're looking at a fifteen-minute match," Sandro began, glancing around to make sure everyone was on the same page. "We want to pace this so that we're building up Taylor's story, letting the fans see his struggle and resilience."

Kofi nodded, adding, "The goal is to showcase your skills, Taylor, but also to make Creed look as formidable as possible. So we'll start with him getting the upper hand so that it'll add tension and get the fans really rooting for you."

Creed leaned in, clearly invested in crafting a memorable match. "How about this: I'll run down the ramp and start off aggressively. No sneers, no mocking the fans this time, just straight focus on Taylor. I come in hot and go right for Taylor's leg, taking him down by surprise before he's even had a chance to get his bearings."

Taylor thought it over and nodded. "I like that. It'll set the tone and get the crowd on edge right from the start."

They continued brainstorming, going over each moment of the match. They decided on a few high spots, moments that would bring the audience to the edge of their seats, as Taylor countered one of Creed's signature moves with a surprising reversal.

Sandro and Kofi would remain on the outside of the ring, providing moral support for Taylor, cheering him on, and shouting reminders of the techniques and strategies they'd been working on together.

"Think of us as your mentors at the moment," Kofi explained, "almost like we're reminding you of your training and giving you that final push."

They mapped out the end of the match with meticulous care. Creed would have Taylor in a submission hold, wrenching his arm back and taunting him, making it look as though Taylor was on the verge of defeat.

But just when it seemed he might tap out, he'd muster the strength to break free, launching a series of counterattacks that would lead to his eventual victory, a clean, hard-earned win that would cement him as the better man of the two and from there, they would proceed with the next part of the faction storyline.

With their plans finalized, the group dispersed, each one heading in different directions to prepare for the next week.

Taylor, feeling both the weight and thrill of the upcoming match, made his way to the training room. Sandro and Kofi joined him, going through some last-minute drills, helping him hone his moves, and perfecting his transitions to make sure he'd be ready.

After training wrapped up for the day, Sandro was heading toward the locker room when an FCW staff member approached him. "Sandro," they said, "Dusty and Steve want to speak with you in the office. They mentioned it was important."

The message caught him off guard, but he figured it was likely some routine check-in or perhaps feedback on his performance. Sandro nodded, thanked the staff member, and quickly made his way down the hallway toward Dusty's office.

Arriving at the door, Sandro knocked, and Dusty's familiar voice called out, "Come on in." As he stepped inside, he saw Dusty and Steve waiting, both looking more serious than usual. They motioned for him to sit, and once he was settled, Steve handed him a folder.

"Take a look at this," Dusty said, leaning back in his chair with a contemplative expression. "We wanted to get your input on something."

Curious, Sandro opened the folder, only to be greeted with pages of information on various female wrestlers. There were profiles and scouting reports on women with names and followings in the indie scene, as well as newcomers interested in signing developmental contracts with FCW. Some had existing wrestling experience, while others were eager hopefuls looking to train from the ground up.

Sandro scanned through the pages, surprised by the trust Dusty and Steve were showing in him. He looked up, a mixture of gratitude and confusion on his face. "You want me to look through these and…?"

"We're looking for recommendations, Sandro," Steve said. "You've got a good eye, and we value your judgment on talent. We're always on the lookout for rising stars, and we want to make sure we're not missing anyone who could make an impact."

Sandro was taken aback by the level of responsibility they were placing on him, letting out a wry smile as he felt that Dusty and Steve treated him as a visionary even though in actuality he could recommend wrestlers due to his past life memory.

While he had been able to make solid recommendations before, this was different; it felt like they were counting on him to shape the future of the division. He looked back down at the folder, flipping through the profiles and recognizing some familiar names from his memories of his past life.

Davina Rose, who he knew would later become Bayley, was among the profiles. Even on paper, she showed the qualities he remembered as her energy, charisma, and undeniable passion for wrestling.

Then there was Rebecca Knox, who he knew would become Becky Lynch, another wrestler he remembered as a pivotal figure in the future of women's wrestling.

Sandro's mind raced as he considered the implications; these two women, along with others, would be instrumental in shifting the landscape of female wrestling for FCW and in the future WWE.

Sandro closed the folder briefly, looking up at Dusty and Steve. "There are some incredibly talented women here," he said earnestly. "And some of them have the potential to make waves, not just in FCW but in the entire industry."

Dusty nodded, a slight smile crossing his face. "That's what we're hoping. This business is evolving, and we need people who can see that potential and know what it takes to push it forward. And with you working alongside Taylor and mentoring him, we feel like you have a good grasp of where the industry's headed."

Taking a deep breath, Sandro scanned the pages again, this time more carefully, as he felt the weight of the opportunity. Alongside Bayley and Becky's profiles were names like Ashley Elizabeth Flair, better known as Charlotte Flair in his previous life, the daughter of the Nature Boy Ric Flair and Alexis Kaufman, who would later become Alexa Bliss.

These women were pillars in his past life, each helping to redefine and elevate women's wrestling to levels that had once seemed impossible. Seeing their names here, young and unknown, was surreal, as if he'd been handed the blueprint to rewrite the future of wrestling itself.

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he thought of the paradox of knowing what lay ahead for these young women. "These profiles…they're all amazing in their own right," he said, looking up at Dusty and Steve. "I see some potential here that I think is worth investing in, no question about it."

Dusty and Steve exchanged a pleased glance. Steve leaned forward, hands resting on his knees. "Well, Sandro, if you feel strongly about any of them, let us know. We trust your instincts here, and if you think someone could make a name for themselves, we'll start moving things along."

Sandro nodded, already forming recommendations in his mind. "I think there are a few names worth signing sooner rather than later," he replied. "If we bring them in now, we can start building them up in FCW, preparing them to make a real impact."

The conversation continued as they discussed each profile, Sandro suggesting those he believed were destined for greatness. He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility, knowing that his choices now could shape the course of these women's careers and wrestling history. The realization weighed heavily on him but also filled him with excitement.

After an intense discussion, Sandro stood up to leave, the folder now filled with annotations and marks from their conversation. As he headed for the door, Dusty called out, "One more thing, Sandro—don't forget to take some time for yourself. You've been working nonstop with Taylor and Kofi; we don't want you burning out."

Sandro smiled. "I appreciate it, Dusty. I'll make sure to rest up."

Exiting the office, Sandro's mind was buzzing with thoughts about the future. He thought about Taylor's upcoming match and the young women he'd just recommended, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. He had a chance not only to elevate Taylor and his peers but to bring in the next generation of trailblazers who could carry wrestling into a new era.

Returning to the training room, he found Taylor working with Kofi on conditioning drills. Seeing Taylor's dedication only reinforced Sandro's belief that the future was bright, filled with talent ready to make an impact. He walked over, catching their attention.

"Guess what?" he said with a grin. "Dusty and Steve just handed me a bunch of profiles for new female wrestlers, and I got to recommend some talent."

Taylor's eyes lit up with curiosity. "That's awesome, man! Did you find anyone who stood out?"

Sandro nodded. "I did. There are a few names I think we'll be hearing a lot about soon. I can't share too much, but trust me, this roster's going to be something special."

Kofi chuckled, patting Sandro on the shoulder. "Look at you, scouting talent now. Soon, you're going to be running this place."

Sandro laughed, shrugging. "I'm just trying to do my part. But yeah, it's exciting. We're all working together to build something incredible here."

They continued training, with Sandro observing and guiding Taylor, reminding him of the strategies they had discussed for the upcoming match. He watched as Taylor practiced his moves with renewed focus, his form sharp and his expressions intense. It was clear that Taylor was taking their advice to heart, pushing himself to be better and live up to the legacy of his family.

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Name: Alessandro Zhang

Age: 19 (2009)

Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA

Brand: FCW

Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Style

Faction: Dragon Boom (Tag Team)

Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions