245. The Inaugural FCW North American Champion

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A devastating combination of Black's Phoenix Splash and Moxley's Moxicity sealed the victory, allowing the champions to walk away with their titles intact. With the undercard wrapped up, it was time for the moment everyone had been waiting for, the final match of the FCW North American Championship Tournament to crown the inaugural champion.

With the undercard wrapped up, it was time for the moment everyone had been waiting for, the final match of the FCW North American Championship Tournament. The crowd's energy swelled as the ring announcer took center stage, microphone in hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the final match of the FCW North American Championship Tournament! The winner of this bout will be crowned the inaugural FCW North American Champion, and it is scheduled for one fall!"

The arena lights dimmed slightly as anticipation grew. Then, Nick Nemeth's entrance theme blared loudly through the speakers, and the reaction was immediate, boos rained down from all sides as the cocky and self assured Nick Nemeth strutted onto the stage.

With his signature smirk plastered across his face, Nick walked with arrogance, running a hand through his hair before pointing to himself. He mouthed off to the camera, making it clear that tonight was his night.

As he sauntered down the ramp, he mockingly brushed imaginary dirt off his shoulders, taunting the jeering fans. Once inside the ring, he climbed a turnbuckle, spread his arms wide, and tilted his head back as if soaking in imaginary adulation before hopping down and rolling his neck in preparation for the match.

But then, the crowd roared in approval as Kofi Kingston's entrance music hit and blared through the speakers, and the energy in the building instantly shifted. Kofi burst through the curtain, his infectious smile beaming under the arena lights as he bounced on the stage, clapping along with the rhythm of the music.

But what really set the arena on fire was the unexpected presence walking behind him, Sandro Zhang, Kofi's tag partner and best friend.

The FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion strode out beside Kofi, his title slung over his shoulder, a look of quiet confidence on his face. His presence sent a clear message, he was here to support his best friend and tag team partner, ensuring that no funny business would take place at the main event involving Nick.

The sight of Sandro accompanying Kofi made Nick lose his cool. He immediately stormed over to the referee, pointing aggressively at Sandro while voicing his protest.

"He can't be out here! He has no business at ringside!" Nick argued, his voice laced with frustration.

The referee shook his head, remaining firm. "As long as Sandro doesn't interfere, he's allowed to be here. Nothing in the rulebook says he can't support his friend."

Nick ran a hand through his hair, pacing in irritation. He knew this wasn't ideal. Having Sandro watching from ringside meant he had to be extra careful, no shortcuts, no cheap tricks, just like when he become his special guest referee.

Meanwhile, Kofi and Sandro entered the ring together, with Sandro giving Kofi a reassuring pat on the back.

"Go win this, man," Sandro told him, his tone firm. "And don't worry about Nick trying anything sneaky, I've got my eyes on him."

The fans at the front seat cheers as they heard what Sandro said while Kofi nodded, his expression tightening with focus. He was ready.

As Sandro stepped back to ringside, Kofi made his way to his designated corner, stretching out his arms. Nick, still fuming, reluctantly backed into his own corner, adjusting his wrist tape while shooting occasional glares at Sandro.

The ring announcer stepped forward once more, raising the microphone.

"Introducing first, representing Dragon Boom, from Ghana, West Africa, weighing in at 212 pounds… Kofi Kingston!"

The crowd roared in approval as Kofi pumped his fist in the air, rallying their support. He pounded his chest twice before pointing out to the audience.

"And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio… weighing in at 218 pounds… Nick Nemeth!"

Boos filled the arena as Nick smirked, flexing his biceps before tapping his forehead and showing his abs, signaling that he was the smartest and hottest guy in the entire arena.

With both men introduced, the referee took center stage, checking both competitors before signaling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The match was officially underway.

The two circled each other, the tension thick between them. They locked eyes, each man sizing the other up before lunging in for the classic collar and elbow tie up. Nick, using his technical background, immediately transitioned into a headlock, wrenching down on Kofi's neck.

But Kofi, who was know for being a very agile competitor, pushed him off, sending Nick into the ropes. On the rebound, Kofi leapfrogged over him, forcing Nick to keep running. When Nick came back again, BAM! Kofi nailed a perfect dropkick, sending him sprawling to the mat.

Nick rolled to the outside to recover, clutching his jaw, but he barely had a moment to breathe before—

SUICIDE DIVE!

Kofi launched himself over the top rope, crashing into Nick with an explosive dive! The crowd erupted in cheers as both men tumbled to the floor.

Sandro, standing nearby, smirked but didn't move. He kept one of his hands in his pockets and the other holding his title on his shoulder, making it clear he wasn't here to interfere, just to watch.

Kofi got to his feet first, playing to the crowd before rolling Nick back into the ring. He climbed onto the apron, preparing to springboard in—

But Nick had recovered, and hit a vicious superkick to the jaw of Kofi!

Kofi crumpled onto the apron, his body hanging halfway into the ring. Nick immediately took advantage, pulling him in for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Nick's frustration grew as he aggressively pulled Kofi up and threw him into the corner. He began stomping him down viciously, his boot pressing into Kofi's throat while the referee counted.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Nick released at the last second, raising his hands innocently before sneering. He pulled Kofi out of the corner and set up for a neckbreaker—

But Kofi manages spins out! And he tries to hit his finisher, Trouble In Paradies on Nick, but NO! Nick ducks!

Before Kofi can recover from his failed attempt, Nick kicks him on the gut and hit a famouser on Kofi, his head hit hard on the mat!

Nick sat up with a smirk after hitting the Famouser, taking a moment to soak in the impact of the move. Kofi lay sprawled on the mat, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

But instead of going straight for the pin, Nick decided to revel in the moment. He popped up to his feet and spread his arms wide, looking out at the crowd with an arrogant grin and cocky attitude.

"You see that, huh?!" he shouted, pointing down at Kofi. "That's why I'm the best to ever set foot in this ring!"

The crowd responded with a deafening chorus of boos, but Nick only fed off their hatred, rolling his wrists and strutting around the ring like he had already won.

Kofi stirred, rolling onto his side, still feeling the effects of the Famouser. But before he could recover, Nick grabbed him by the arm and yanked him up, his grip tight. The cocky smirk never left his face as he looked at Kofi, who was still dazed.

Then, SMACK!

Nick delivered a hard slap across Kofi's face, the sound echoing throughout the arena. The disrespectful strike drew a loud gasp from the audience before turning into full blown jeers.

Kofi staggered back and fall down to his knees, holding his cheek, his expression shifting from shock to anger. But Nick wasn't finished. He turned his attention to Sandro, who was watching from ringside with an unreadable expression.

"How about that, huh?" Nick called out, pointing at Sandro. "You think I need to cheat? You think I need shortcuts? I can win this all by myself, baby! No cheap tricks, no referee bribes, no nothing!"

Sandro remained still, his eyes locked onto Nick, his expression unreadable. He didn't respond, didn't react, just stood there with his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship resting on his shoulder.

"Come on, Sandro, say something!" Nick taunted, leaning on the ropes. "Oh wait, you're just here to babysit, aren't you? Making sure little Kofi doesn't get screwed? Maybe you don't think he can do this on his own?"

That was a mistake.

Because while Nick was too busy running his mouth, Kofi was already back on his feet. And before Nick could react, BAM!

Kofi wrapped his arms around Nick's waist and launched him backward with a massive back suplex, driving him hard into the mat!

Nick arched his back in pain, grimacing as he rolled onto his side. The crowd erupted with cheers as Kofi popped up to his feet, feeding off their energy.

He pointed at the fallen Nick and then turned to the ropes. The fans knew what was coming.

Kofi took a deep breath, ran toward the ropes, bounced off, and shouted, "BOOM!"

Then, Kofi hit the Boom Drop!

Kofi landed right on Nick's chest with pinpoint precision, forcing the air from his opponent's lungs! The crowd was electric as Kofi got to his feet, nodding with determination.

But he wasn't done.

He grabbed Nick by the wrist and yanked him up, spinning him around, SOS!

Kofi hit it perfectly and immediately hooked the leg!

The referee dropped down—

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—NO!

Nick kicked out just before the three!

The entire arena gasped. Even Sandro, who had been stoic the whole time, blinked in mild surprise. Kofi sat up, running a hand over his face in disbelief. He had given that move everything, yet Nick still found a way to survive.

But Sandro didn't let Kofi dwell on it. From ringside, he clapped his hands. "It's time, man! Finish it!"

That was all the encouragement Kofi needed.

He pushed himself up and walked to the corner, clapping his hands in rhythm with the crowd. The audience followed suit, creating a thunderous beat that signaled what was coming next.

Nick groggily pushed himself up to his feet, dazed. As he turned around, Kofi launched himself forward—

Trouble in Parad—

NO!

At the last second, Nick ducked, and—CRASH!

Kofi's foot connected squarely with the referee's head!

The official went down hard, collapsing onto the mat in a heap!

Kofi's eyes widened in horror as he immediately dropped down, checking on the referee. He hadn't meant to hit him, it was a complete accident.

But Nick? Nick saw an opportunity.

While Kofi was preoccupied, Nick crept behind him. Then, with impressive strength, he wrapped his arms around Kofi's waist and—

DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX!

Kofi's head and neck slammed into the mat, and before he could even register what happened, Nick rolled him into a kneeling position, and launch a Running Knee Strike!

The knee crashed into Kofi's skull, his body jerking from the impact before slumping forward.

Nick stumbled backward, breathing heavily. His chest rose and fell as he staggered into the corner, rolling his shoulders. Then, as the boos rained down from the crowd, he started pumping himself up.

"Come on!" he yelled, slapping his hands against the top turnbuckle. "Get up!"

Kofi, on pure instinct, began to stir. His hands pressed against the mat as he tried to push himself up, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs.

Nick's grin widened.

"That's it! That's it, baby!" he yelled, stomping his foot. "Come on, stand up!"

And then he ran forward.

As soon as Kofi turned around—

ZIG ZAG!

The whiplash effect of the move snapped Kofi's head and back against the mat. The impact was brutal, and Nick wasted no time.

With the last of his strength, he threw himself over Kofi's chest, hooking both legs deep.

But the referee was still down due to Kofi's trouble in paradise.

Nick pounded the mat in frustration, then turned his head to see the official stirring. Slowly, very slowly, the referee crawled toward them, his hand trembling as he raised it to start the count.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

The arena fell into stunned silence before erupting into a mix of boos and shock. Nick had done it. The bell rang, and the ring announcer, though hesitant, raised the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… and the inaugural FCW North American Champion… Nick Nemeth!"

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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 & 1 FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion