62. WWE Wrestlers Reaction

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A small smile crept onto his face as he stretched, his muscles still sore but his spirit invigorated. He hadn't spent much time with them after the match, knowing that they'd be at his apartment when he got home. As Sandro sat up, he took a moment to collect himself. His mind wandered to the road ahead. He knew he couldn't afford to rest on his laurels.

After collecting himself, Sandro stood up and headed to the bathroom, where he washed his face and brushed his teeth. The excitement of the night before still buzzed within him, but he knew he needed to prepare for the day ahead. He took a hot shower, letting the steam envelop him and wash away any lingering fatigue.

Once he was done, he dressed in fresh clothes a comfortable t-shirt, and a pair of joggers. As he stepped out of his room, the aroma of breakfast hit him like a wave. His mother had clearly outdone herself, and the thought made his stomach growl.

Walking into the dining room, Sandro found his parents in their familiar morning routine. His father, Jack, was on the phone, the tone of his voice steady and professional.

Sandro recognized that tone well; his father was deep into a conversation about their newly established corporation, Nexum Core Enterprise. Jack's demeanor was that of a man who thrived on responsibility, his posture rigid yet relaxed at the same time.

"Yes, the incorporation of the resorts is proceeding as planned," Jack said, nodding as he listened to his secretary on the other end. "We'll need to update the billboard designs and the website to reflect the new management. It's crucial we communicate this change effectively."

Meanwhile, Taylor, Sandro's mother, was placing a variety of breakfast dishes on the table. Fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and golden-brown pancakes piled high in the center. The sight of it all warmed Sandro's heart. It was a familiar scene he had missed more than he realized during his busy life as a wrestler.

Taylor cast a subtle but pointed look at Jack, signaling him to wrap up his call. Sandro chuckled softly, appreciating the silent communication that had developed between his parents over the years.

Jack glanced up at her, catching the hint, and nodded as he finished his conversation. "I'll talk to you later," he said before hanging up, the look of relief on his face evident.

"Good morning, champ!" Jack beamed at Sandro, his eyes twinkling with pride.

"Morning, Dad," Sandro replied, returning the smile.

Taylor moved over to Sandro, giving him a quick hug. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. Your match last night was incredible!"

"Thanks, Mom. It feels amazing to finally be a champion." Sandro couldn't help but beam at their enthusiasm, the warmth of their support filling the room.

As they sat down to eat, the conversation flowed easily. Sandro dove into a plate of food, savoring every bite. It felt good to be home, to be surrounded by family. Jack and Taylor began discussing the details of the TLC match, their voices animated as they recalled highlights and discussed strategies.

"Did you see the way Kofi swung from the cable? That was some serious athleticism!" Jack said, his eyes wide with excitement.

Taylor nodded, her hands animated as she gestured. "And the crowd! You could feel the energy from the first minute. It was electric! I was worried for a moment that the ceiling was going to come down from all that cheering."

Sandro chuckled, recalling the moment vividly. "It was wild. I've never heard anything like it. The fans were unbelievable." He felt the rush of adrenaline return as he recounted the excitement of the match.

Jack nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer, and Taylor shifted back to the topic of wrestling. "Well, whatever happens, just make sure you're happy. You deserve it, Sandro."

With breakfast winding down, they transitioned into casual family banter, sharing laughs and stories from the past. The time spent together felt precious, a reminder of the balance Sandro wanted to maintain between his personal life and his wrestling career.

As the plates cleared, Taylor started to gather the dishes. "Sandro, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?" she asked, a gentle smile on her face.

"Of course, Mom," he replied, standing up and following her into the kitchen. As they washed the dishes together, the sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the bond they shared.

"You've really made a name for yourself, you know," she said, handing him a soapy plate. "I couldn't be prouder. But remember, it's not just about winning titles; it's about staying true to yourself."

"I know, Mom," Sandro said, focusing on the dishes as a comfortable silence settled between them. "It's just hard sometimes. I want to make the most of this opportunity, and I can't help but push myself."

"That's commendable," Taylor replied, her voice soothing. "But don't forget to enjoy the ride. You only get one shot at this, and the journey matters just as much as the destination."

Sandro nodded, taking her words to heart. He valued his parents' wisdom more than he could express. After finishing the dishes, he dried his hands and looked out the window, his thoughts drifting to the future.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Sandro, far away in Washington D.C., inside a posh hotel room, a small group of wrestlers he idolized both in his past and current life sat around a large flat-screen TV.

The room was filled with an air of nostalgia, camaraderie, and curiosity. The Hardy Boyz—Matt and Jeff—were joined by Edge and Christian, two of the men they had faced in some of the most iconic matches in WWE history.

The four of them alongside the Dudley Boy had been pioneers of the TLC match, revolutionizing the concept in the early 2000s with brutal, high-flying, and unforgettable moments.

The reason they were together this time wasn't to discuss tonight's show or to reminisce about the past. They had gathered because, earlier this morning, Triple H had sent them a DVD in the mail, requesting their honest feedback on a match from WWE's developmental brand, FCW.

Edge leaned back on the plush hotel couch, sipping a cup of coffee. "So, what do you think this is about? Triple H sends us a DVD, with no context, just asks for our 'honest opinion.' Gotta admit I'm curious."

Matt Hardy grinned, running a hand through his hair. "You know Hunter, he's got something brewing. I'm guessing it's one of the up-and-comers who's caught his eye. He never sends us stuff unless it's big."

Jeff, lounging casually on the floor with his back against the couch, glanced up at his brother. "Well, we're about to find out, aren't we?"

Christian, holding the remote, clicked play, and the match began. It was the TLC match that had taken place at the latest FCW pay-per-view, featuring Dragon Boom—Sandro and Kofi Kingston—versus The Empire, a vicious heel team of Drew and Stu. Everyone sat back, their attention immediately captured by the frenetic energy of the match.

From the opening bell, it was clear that this wasn't just any ordinary bout. The action was fast, intense, and hard-hitting. Ladders clattered to the mat, chairs smashed against bodies, and the crowd roared with every high spot and near-miss. The chemistry between the teams was palpable, and each sequence built on the last, creating a story that resonated on a deeper level than just a battle for gold.

The four of them watched in near silence, their eyes glued to the screen as they took in every move, every bump, and every perfectly executed spot. When Kofi climbed the ladder, and the camera captured his agile leap onto the cable holding the belts, swinging mid-air as the crowd went wild, Edge leaned forward in his seat.

"No way..." Edge muttered, his eyes wide as Kofi clutched the belts while Sandro fought off Drew and Stu. The crowd's reaction was deafening, and it was clear this was the climax they had been waiting for.

Christian, always analytical, shook his head in disbelief. "That... that was insane. He hung from the cable like a trapeze artist and grabbed the titles. I've never seen that done before. Not like that."

Matt nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "Kofi had the athleticism many other wrestlers even us not have, and this... this was something else. And Sandro's no slouch either. He's got that fire, that grit we had when we were their age."

Jeff, the perennial risk-taker, was impressed as well. "It's like they took what we did back in the day and added their own spin to it. That's what wrestling should be—taking the old, making it new again."

The four of them continued watching, captivated by the storytelling unfolding in the ring. The match wasn't just about the chaos of ladders and tables; there was a deeper narrative at play.

The young team of Dragon Boom fought from underneath the entire match, embodying the classic underdog story, while The Empire played their roles as dominant heels to perfection. Every near-fall, every dive, every chair shot was designed to pull the audience further into the drama.

When the final bell rang, and Kofi and Sandro stood victorious, holding their newly won tag team belts high above their heads, the legends exchanged looks.

"Wow," Edge said, leaning back again and crossing his arms over his chest. "That was special. You can feel it. These guys, they've got something."

"Yeah," Christian agreed, nodding slowly. "I wasn't sure what to expect, but damn... they knocked it out of the park. It's got that same energy we had when we were tearing it up with the four of us and the Dudleys."

Jeff chimed in, grinning. "That spot where Kofi grabbed the belts? That's going to be on highlight reels for years. Fans are gonna eat that up when they were called to WWE."

Matt, ever the strategist, rubbed his chin. "What's even more impressive is how they built the match. It wasn't just spot after spot. There was psychology, there was pacing. These guys are smart. They know how to tell a story in that ring."

Edge nodded in agreement, his eyes distant as if already planning out the future. "And that's what's going to make them stand out. Anyone can do crazy stunts, but it takes talent to make those stunts mean something. They made the crowd care."

As the match ended, they sat in reflective silence for a moment before Matt spoke up. "Hunter wasn't wrong to send this to us. These guys have potential. Big potential. I can see why he wanted our take."

"Do we text him back or call him?" Christian asked, glancing around at the others.

"Let's call him," Edge said, pulling out his phone. "This deserves more than a text. I think we should let him know that these kids are ready."

The others nodded in agreement as Edge dialed Triple H's number. It didn't take long for him to answer.

"Hey, Edge," Triple H's voice came through the speaker, his tone curious. "So, what did you guys think?"

Edge exchanged a look with the others before replying. "Hunter, I've got to hand it to you. These guys... they've got something special. That match? That's one of the best TLC matches I've seen in a long time. Kofi and Sandro—Dragon Boom—they've got serious potential."

"You're not kidding," Matt added, leaning forward. "They've got the athleticism, the psychology, and the connection with the crowd. They're like a young version of us, but with their own style."

Triple H's chuckle came through the line. "I thought you'd like it. I've had my eye on Dragon Boom for a while now. They've been killing it in FCW, and I was considering whether it's time we start thinking about bringing them up."

Jeff, ever the daredevil, couldn't help but throw in his two cents. "Just make sure they keep doing what they're doing. That spot with Kofi on the cable? Genius. Fans are gonna lose their minds when they see that."

"We're thinking they're ready," Christian said. "Maybe start teasing them at some house shows or something. You don't want to rush it, but man, when you bring them up, they're going to be stars."

Triple H paused for a moment before replying. "That's what I was hoping to hear. I've got plans for them in FCW and WWE, but I wanted your take on it. You four know better than anyone what it takes to make a TLC match special, and if you say they're ready, that's good enough for me."

"Trust us," Edge said, glancing at the others. "They're ready."

"Thanks, guys," Triple H said. "I'll keep you in the loop on what happens next."

As the call ended, the legends sat back, feeling a sense of pride in what they had just witnessed. They knew that they had paved the way for matches like this, and seeing the next generation of talent step up and carry the torch was a reminder of the lasting legacy they had created.

"Well," Matt said, standing up and stretching. "Looks like the future of tag team wrestling is in good hands."

Jeff nodded a small smile on his face. "Yeah, those kids are gonna do just fine, and maybe we will face them in the future when they come up to WWE." As they left the hotel room, their minds lingered on the past and the future, knowing that wrestling had always been about evolution, about pushing boundaries. And with Dragon Boom leading the charge, the future looked bright indeed.

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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