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Then came the twist. Lights out. Wyatt Family. People lost their minds. Forums flooded with photos of Harper's discus clothesline, Rowan's Iron Claw Slam, Bray cradling Sandro like a fallen disciple. Some fans wrote poetry, no joke. Others just screamed in all caps, "WHAT THE HELL DID WE JUST WITNESS?!"
And when Big E, Kofi, and Taylor Rotunda tried to save Sandro, only to be blindsided by Abyss cause everyone jaws dropped.
"IS ABYSS PART OF THE WYATT FAMILY NOW??" one tweet asked, racking up over 60,000 likes in under an hour.
And just as hope seemed dead, BOOM, the Main Event Mafia arrived.
The legends and veterans marching down like an army.
Steiner. Booker. Nash. Sting. Samoa Joe.
Their arrival flipped the tide, saving their fallen leader Angle and driving the monsters away. The pop from the live crowd? Deafening.
In that one segment, fans saw the past, present, and future of wrestling collide in a whirlwind of chaos and storytelling.
Some fans began drawing parallels: "Bray is this generation's Undertaker. Sandro is the new Angle meets Rock. Big E is Batista 2.0 with a better smile. And that ending? That's Attitude Era level iconic."
Fans and experts of the industry theories didn't stop there, Would Sandro now have to defend both titles separately? Would Abyss explain his sudden alliance Was the Main Event Mafia turned form a heel to face faction?
Between that fire in Twitter, TNA and FCW's official account posted one final tweet that night:
"Thank you to everyone for watching Forbidden Door tonight. History was made tonight. But the fallout… begins now."
And the fans? They were all in.
Fan art exploded within hours. One piece showed Sandro clutching both titles while Bray's shadow loomed behind him, eyes like fire.
Another showed the Main Event Mafia lined up like Avengers. One of the most shared edits had Sting standing over Big E, with the words: "Legends don't die. They rise."
Podcasts scrambled to upload reactions. YouTubers rushed out breakdowns. Even some wrestling journalists who kept their distance from FCW TNA crossover content were praising the event's pacing, storytelling, and emotional payoff.
But more than anything else, the audience old, new, cynical, passionate, all agreed on one thing which is they wanted more.
They wanted to see Sandro's reign. To see how Bray's threat would grow. To see if the Main Event Mafia was ready for one last war. To see if the Forbidden Door… had just been blown wide open.
The future of FCW and TNA had never felt more exciting. And the echoes of Forbidden Door? They were going to be felt for a long, long time.
Meanwhile, back in the backstage area, Sandro stood tall, sweat still glistening under the arena lights, both the FCW Florida Heavyweight and TNA World Heavyweight Championships draped proudly over each shoulder.
His chest rose and fell with every breath, adrenaline still pumping from the war he had just been through. As he walked down the hallway, he was greeted by the legendary presence of the Main Event Mafia.
Kurt Angle, arms crossed but his face glowing with respect and pride, was the first to speak. "You did good out there, kid," he said with that familiar gravely tone, nodding. "Real good."
"Hell of a match," Scott Steiner chimed in, arms folded over his massive chest. "You took Kurt to the damn limit. Not a lot of people can say that. And I mean that lot of people."
Booker T followed up with a hearty slap on Sandro's back. "You got it, man. You got IT. What y'all did out there wasn't just a match, it was a 5 star match."
Kevin Nash leaned against the wall with a smirk. "And it wasn't all part rehearsed either, right? Damn. Improvising with Kurt in a 5 star match? That's not just talent. That's instincts."
Sting, who was much quiet than the rest, finally gave a simple but powerful nod. "You're the real deal, Sandro. You belong here in this business more than you expect."
Even Samoa Joe, whose stoic presence had once intimidated rookies for fun, clapped Sandro on the shoulder. "Keep this up, and you're not just making history, you're defining a new era in this industry."
Sandro, humbled but still buzzing from the energy of the night, gave a sheepish grin. "Thank you... all of you. I just hope I can keep performing like this. Maybe even push myself further."
That line, equal parts modest and self assured, made the veterans smile. Angle chuckled. "That's the right attitude. Stay grounded, but know your worth. Be humble, sure, but never too humble. Humble with pride, that's the balance."
With mutual nods, handshakes, and a few fist bumps, the legends and Joe slowly filtered off, leaving Sandro to his thoughts. But he didn't walk alone for long.
Just as he rounded the next hallway corner, the sound of boots and chatter met his ears. His crew, his brothers, were waiting.
Sheamus threw an arm around Sandro's shoulder, careful not to disturb the titles. "You bloody legend, you pulled it off, fella!"
Nick Nemeth grinned. "Match of the night, easy. Maybe match of the year. And hey, I don't say that unless I mean it."
Drew McIntyre gave a nod of pride. "It takes a lot to step up to Kurt, mate. You didn't just hold your own, you showed you're on his level."
Stu Bennett gave a small smirk. "And then some."
Bray Wyatt stood nearby, his expression readable here unlike in the ring, his voice low and sincere. "You looked like a warrior out there. The kind that walks the line between myth and reality."
Kofi, with his ever present grin, gave Sandro a fist bump. "Dude, the roof came off the place when you won. That was special."
Taylor Rotunda nodded, eyes shining with pride. "Tonight wasn't just about you winning. It was about you becoming something more."
Big E, still sore from the sting match and the ambush by Abyss, grinned through the pain. "You made history, man. Just… just remember to save us some spotlight, alright?"
Sandro laughed, genuinely moved. "I couldn't have done any of this without you guys. And y'all killed it tonight too. That Bray and Abyss moment? Damn. Nick you against AJ was all time classic. Big E, Kofi, Taylor, you guys sold that like pros. Bray… you were terrifying. In the best way."
Bray simply tilted his head and muttered heartily, "The fire's only just started, brother."
With a few more hugs, back pats, and shared smiles, Sandro finally made his way to his private locker room. He was tired, sore, and still buzzing from the adrenaline. The moment he opened the door, however, a loud cheer burst out.
"Congratulations, champ!" came two familiar voices in perfect harmony.
April stood there, all smiles and mischief, holding a small cake with a sparkler poking out of it. And next to her, to Sandro's genuine surprise, was Nicole.
His eyes widened. "Nicole? What, how? Aren't you supposed to be on the RAW loop?"
Nicole smiled and shrugged playfully. "Took a day off. Pulled a few strings. There was no way I was gonna miss this."
Sandro closed the door behind him quickly, locking it with a gentle click. No need for rumors. Not yet. He turned back to the two women and grinned, setting the titles down carefully on a nearby bench.
He walked over and wrapped both of them into a tight hug, one arm around each. Then, with a playful smirk, he leaned in and kissed April, then Nicole, each on the lips.
"You two are the best surprises I could ask for tonight," he whispered. "Thank you."
April nudged him with her elbow. "You earned this. All of it. You killed it out there."
Nicole stepped closer, gently brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You didn't just win. You became a legend tonight."
Sandro exhaled, finally letting himself relax. He sat on the bench, the weight of the titles, the night, and everything catching up to him.
"I just hope I can handle all of this," he murmured. "Holding both titles… the pressure's gonna be crazy."
Nicole knelt beside him, taking his hand. "You're not alone. You've got us. You've got your brothers. And you've got the entire world watching. They believe in you. You just need to believe in yourself."
April nodded, sitting beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. "And besides, when things get tough, we'll be here. Always."
Sandro looked at them both, his heart full. "I don't know what the future holds… but for now? This is everything."
The three of them sat in that quiet moment, away from the chaos, the noise, the screams, the lights. Just a champion. His titles. And the two women who knew him beyond the spotlight.
As they were enjoying the moment, just the three of them in the quiet, private space away from the world, Sandro's iPhone suddenly rang, vibrating against the zipper of his gym bag. The sound cut through the peace, but not unpleasantly. It was almost like a reminder that the world was still out there, waiting, reacting, watching.
April reached over and unzipped the bag, fishing the phone out while Sandro leaned back and closed his eyes for a second. The soreness was settling in now, a dull throb across his back and shoulders, but the warmth of April's body resting against him and Nicole's hand still lightly resting on his knee dulled the sting.
April glanced at the screen and her eyebrows shot up with a smile. "It's your mom," she said, her voice light and teasing as she handed him the phone. "Better pick up before she sends the cavalry."
Sandro chuckled, that familiar warmth bubbling in his chest as he took the phone and swiped to answer. "Hey, Mom—" he began, but he didn't even get the full greeting out.
"Oh my God, Sandro! Baby! You did it! I saw everything, I saw everything, I had watch it at our TV in the living room, and the moment you won, me and your father just started clapping! Oh honey, you were amazing! You were strong, fast, and smart, and you looked so good out there! And when that scary guy, Bray, right?, when he came out, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack! Are you okay?! Are you eating?! Are you hurt?!"
Sandro laughed, pure and genuine, shaking his head as April and Nicole giggled beside him.
"Hi, Mom," he finally got in, still smiling. "Thank you, and I'm fine. I promise. A little sore, but nothing serious. I've got some time to rest. You don't need to worry."
"Oh, I'll always worry," Taylor replied, her voice softening. "But I'm proud of you, sweetie. So proud I could cry. You looked like a star tonight. No, more than that, you are a star."
Before Sandro could say more, a deeper voice came on the line. "Son," Jack's voice came, calm, firm, but carrying a rare, unmistakable warmth. "You made history tonight. Not many can say they've done what you did. Two titles. One night. You made your mother and me damn proud. Keep it up. Keep pushing. Don't let the moment carry you, control it."
"Thanks, Dad," Sandro said, his tone soft and full of meaning. "Really. That means a lot."
They chatted for another couple of minutes, with Taylor chiming in now and then to remind Sandro about staying hydrated and maybe icing his knees, while Jack offered more subdued, but no less heartfelt encouragement. When the call ended, Sandro stared at the phone for a second before setting it gently aside.
He let out a long breath and rubbed his stomach. "Okay, I think it's officially hitting me now."
"What is?" Nicole asked, still perched beside him.
"That I'm starving," Sandro replied with a sheepish grin. "Like, absolutely starving. You think we can just… say screw it and order a ridiculous amount of fast food? Fried chicken, fries, a couple of burgers, maybe a pizza or two, and some Coke to top it off?"
April raised an eyebrow. "Now you're speaking my language."
Nicole laughed. "Honestly, I was hoping you'd say that. I've been craving something greasy and sinful all night."
"Then it's settled," Sandro said, standing slowly, the weight of the night finally bearing down on his muscles. "Let's pack up, change, and head back to mine. I need real food and terrible decisions."
April helped him gather his things while Nicole kept an eye out to make sure no one was around to see them slipping out together. It was still a secret, after all, their shared relationship. By the time they reached Sandro's apartment, everyone's energy had shifted again. The post match high was giving way to that warm, late night buzz, when all that mattered was good food, comfort, and the people you loved.
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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, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion