195. Bray Wyatt Debut

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The conversations flowed easily. Stories from the road, wild matches, and training mishaps had everyone laughing until their sides hurt. Taylor and Ettore tried to out eat each other on spicy challenges, their faces turning red as the heat kicked in. Alexis and Ashley debated over who had the better entrance theme ideas for Bray, tossing exaggerated insults across the table.

After the celebration at the Mexican restaurant, where laughter, stories, and plates of tacos and enchiladas were shared among friends, Sandro woke up on Monday morning feeling a mix of excitement and focus.

Today was another big day for him, not only did he have to defend his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship against Drew in the main event of FCW Daily Live Monday Program, but he also had to continue his storyline as the fighting champion, the one who gave everyone a fair shot at the title. It was a role he took seriously, and he was determined to deliver another memorable match.

As Sandro was getting ready in his apartment, tying his boots and double checking his gear bag, his iPhone suddenly rang. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was Hugo, his financial advisor.

Hugo had been representing him in the investment rounds for Spotify several weeks ago. Sandro had already invested $20 million in the first round, becoming one of the platform's biggest backers here in America. He picked up the call, curious about what Hugo had to say.

"Hugo, good morning," Sandro greeted, his voice calm but curious. "What's going on? You don't usually call this early."

Hugo's voice was brimming with excitement. "Sandro, good morning! I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time, but I've got some fantastic news. Yesterday, the second investment round for Spotify was held, and I represented you, just as we had agreed upon before you leave New York."

Sandro's interest was immediately piqued. "Go on."

"Well," Hugo continued, "I invested another $20 million on your behalf, making you the largest investor in this round as well. The competition was fierce now, there were a lot of big names throwing their hats in the ring, but we managed to secure the top spot. And Sandro, Daniel Elk publicly praised you during his closing remarks for the second investment round. He said that despite your young age, you have the foresight and the guts to back your vision. That's high praise coming from him and also it will have a positive impact for your reputation in the investment world."

Sandro couldn't help but smile. He had met Daniel Elk during the first investment round, Hearing that Elk had acknowledged his contribution was incredibly gratifying. "That's amazing, Hugo. You've done an incredible job representing me. Thank you."

Hugo chuckled. "It's my pleasure, Sandro. You've got a keen eye for opportunities, and it's been a privilege to work with you on this. Spotify is poised to make a huge impact, especially as they expand into the American market now and potentially go global. Your investment is going to pay off in ways we can't even imagine yet."

Sandro nodded, even though Hugo couldn't see him. "I have no doubt about that. Spotify's model is revolutionary, and I'm excited to see where they take it. Keep me updated on any developments, and let me know if there's anything else I need to do on my end."

"Will do," Hugo replied. "For now, just keep doing what you're doing. You're making waves in more ways than one, Sandro. Take care, and I'll be in touch soon."

After the call with Hugo ended, Sandro grabbed his gym bag and car keys, his mind already shifting gears from the world of high stakes investments to the equally high-stakes world of professional wrestling.

He drove to the FCW Headquarters, the familiar route calming his nerves as he mentally prepared for the night ahead. The parking lot was already filling up with crew members, wrestlers, and production staff, all bustling with the energy of a live show day. Sandro parked his car, slung his bag over his shoulder, and made his way inside.

The locker room was alive with activity when Sandro arrived. Wrestlers were stretching, taping their wrists, and going over last minute details with producers. Sandro found his usual spot and began changing into his ring gear, the familiar routine helping him focus. As he laced up his boots, Drew walked in, his own gear bag in hand. The two men exchanged a nod, their mutual respect evident even without words.

Once Sandro was ready, he and Drew found a quiet corner to discuss their match. Given their history as best friends and the tag team feud they have in the past, they didn't need to hash out every detail.

Instead, they focused on the pacing of the match, ensuring it would build naturally and keep the crowd engaged. They agreed to improvise most of their actions, trusting their chemistry and experience to guide them. It was a testament to their friendship and professionalism that they could approach such an important match with such ease.

"Just remember," Sandro said with a grin, "if you try to hit me with that Scott Drop, I'm countering it with a Dragon Shot."

Drew laughed, shaking his head. "We'll see about that, champ. But don't think I'm going easy on you just because we're friends."

"Wouldn't expect anything less," Sandro replied, clapping Drew on the shoulder. "Let's give them a match they'll never forget."

With their game plan loosely set, the two men left the locker room and began walking around backstage. The energy was electric, with everyone preparing for the night's show. As they turned a corner, they spotted Bray Wyatt, already in his ring gear, deep in conversation with Sebastian Slater.

Bray's gear was strikingly familiar to Sandro, it was almost identical to the attire Bray had worn during his debut in Sandro's past life. The hawaian shirt with a black singlet, the white long pants, a small hat, creating the eerie, almost cult like aesthetic, it was all there, and it sent a shiver down Sandro's spine. Bray was fully embracing his persona, and it was clear he was ready to make an impact.

Sandro and Drew approached the pair, and Bray looked up, his expression a mix of nerves and determination. "Hey, guys," Bray said, his voice carrying that unsettling edge that was becoming synonymous with his character. "Just going over the match with Sebastian. Trying to make sure everything's perfect."

Sebastian nodded, his tone serious but encouraging. "Bray's got some great ideas. We're working on a few spots that'll really showcase his character."

Sandro smiled, stepping closer. "That's what I like to hear. Bray, you've got this. You've worked so hard to get here, and tonight's your chance to show everyone what you're made of."

Drew chimed in, his Scottish brogue adding a layer of sincerity to his words. "Aye, mate. You've got the look, the presence, and the skills. Just go out there and be yourself, or, well, Bray Wyatt. You'll knock it out of the park."

Bray chuckled, though his nerves were still evident. "Thanks, guys. I just… I want to make sure I get it right, you know? This is my debut. I don't want to mess it up."

Sandro placed a hand on Bray's shoulder, his tone firm but kind. "You're not going to mess it up. You've been preparing for this for months. You've got the character down, the moves down, and the crowd's going to eat it up. Just trust yourself."

Sebastian nodded in agreement. "Sandro's right. You've got everything you need. Just go out there and tell your story. The rest will fall into place."

Bray took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Alright. I'll do my best."

The group spent the next few minutes brainstorming ideas for Bray's match. Sandro and Drew offered suggestions based on their own experiences, emphasizing the importance of pacing and crowd engagement.

They encouraged Bray to lean into his character's unpredictability, to let the audience feel the unease and intrigue that came with being in the presence of Bray Wyatt.

As the conversation wound down, Sandro gave Bray one last piece of advice. "Remember, this is just the beginning. Tonight's your chance to introduce Bray Wyatt to the world, but it's not the end. Win or lose, what matters is that you leave an impression. Make them remember you."

Bray nodded, his confidence growing with every word. "Thanks, Sandro. I won't let you down."

With that, the group dispersed, each man heading off to prepare for their respective matches. Sandro and Drew made their way back to the locker room, their focus shifting to the main event. As they walked, Drew glanced at Sandro, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You know," Drew said, "you're not just a great wrestler. You're a damn good teacher slash mentor, too. Bray's lucky to have you in his corner."

Sandro shrugged, his tone humble. "I'm just doing what I can to help. We're all in this together, right?"

Drew chuckled. "Aye, that we are. But don't think that means I'm going easy on you tonight."

Sandro laughed, clapping Drew on the back. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

The night's show kicked off with a bang, the crowd's energy building with each match. Bray Wyatt's debut was scheduled for the middle of the card, and when his music hit, the arena fell into an eerie silence.

The lights somewhat dimmed, and Bray emerged from the shadows, his entrance perfectly encapsulating his character. The crowd was captivated, their murmurs of curiosity and unease filling the air.

As Bray Wyatt walked down the ramp, the eerie silence of the arena was broken only by the haunting melody of his entrance music. The crowd was captivated, their murmurs of curiosity and unease filling the air. The ring announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, cutting through the tension like a knife.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!" the announcer declared, her tone formal yet tinged with anticipation. "Introducing first, the harbinger of chaos and the shepherd of the lost… from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 270 pounds… Bray… Wyatt!!!"

The crowd's reaction was a mix of awe and uncertainty. Bray's presence was unlike anything they had seen before. His Hawaiian shirt, black singlet, and white pants gave him a disheveled, almost cult-like appearance, while the lantern he carried added an extra layer of mystery. The commentators, usually quick with their banter, were momentarily speechless.

"I don't know what to make of this," one commentator admitted, his voice hushed. "There's something… unsettling about him. But at the same time, I can't look away."

"You're right," the other commentator agreed. "This is unlike anything we've seen in FCW. Bray Wyatt is something entirely new. I don't know if I'm fascinated or terrified."

Bray reached the ring and paused at the steps, his eyes scanning the crowd as if he were sizing them up. He placed the lantern on the apron, bowing his head slightly as if in reverence to some unseen force, and blow it.

The lights in the arena flickered back on, and Bray stepped into the ring, his movements deliberate and almost hypnotic. He faced the crowd, his expression unreadable, and then dropped to his knees, spreading his arms wide as if offering himself to the heavens. The crowd's murmurs grew louder, a mix of confusion and intrigue.

The moment was broken by the sudden blare of Sebastian Slater's entrance music. The contrast couldn't have been starker. Where Bray's entrance was dark and unsettling, Slater's was energetic and flashy. The ring announcer's voice cut through the tension once more.

"And his opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds… Sebastian Slater!"

Slater emerged from the curtain, his signature cocky grin plastered across his face. He high-fived fans as he made his way down the ramp, his energy a stark contrast to Bray's eerie calm. The crowd, relieved by the shift in tone, cheered loudly for Slater, who soaked in the adulation with his usual bravado.

As Slater entered the ring, Bray remained on his knees, his arms still outstretched. Slater paused, his grin faltering for a moment as he took in the bizarre sight before him. He shook his head, as if trying to shake off the unease, and raised his arms to rally the crowd. The cheers grew louder, but Bray didn't flinch. He simply rose to his feet, his eyes locked on Slater, his expression unreadable.

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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