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Around early morning, when no one was around. A figure in a hoodie approached the locker room. A box in hand. Set it down. Watch it for a while. Then bolted. It was too blurry to make out the face. The person had kept their head down. Hood low. But the walk. The build. Sandro leaned forward, eyes narrowing. He recognized that walk. It was Barry.
Still, he didn't say anything. Not yet. He needed proof. Concrete proof. As Barry still could dodge the blame and said it wasn't him, especially if he had created some sort of alibi. He got a USB copy of the footage, thanked Max, and left the room.
After leaving the room, Sandro slid the USB drive deeper into his jacket pocket, the weight of it feeling heavier than it should. It wasn't just a piece of plastic, it was a silent accusation. Proof of something… but not enough.
Not yet. The figure in the video had kept their hood low, face obscured, head down, but the posture, the gait, the way they moved, it screamed Barry. Sandro would've bet his last dollar on it.
But instinct wasn't evidence, and in this business, especially with someone as slick as Barry, it wouldn't hold up. Barry could easily deny it, spin a story, throw out an alibi, and walk away clean. No, Sandro needed more. Much more.
So he didn't go to Dusty. He didn't barge into Steve Keirn's office or pull Alexa aside in a panic. Not yet. He needed to be sure. Concrete. Solid. Ironclad.
Instead, he took a slow breath and started walking. The adrenaline was fading, and in its place came a sharp clarity. For now, all he could do was wait, for the people his father had promised to help him contact, for the truth to rise to the surface.
His boots echoed down the hallway as he made his way to the women's locker room. He hadn't seen Alexa since last night. Not really. He wanted to check in, see how she was holding up. Just knowing that someone had deliberately tried to shake her like this lit a fuse in him, but he tamped it down. One step at a time.
He reached the door and knocked softly. A moment later, it cracked open, and there stood April. She had her damp hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, still fresh from the shower, a towel draped over her shoulder. When she saw him, her expression softened instantly, eyes brightening despite the early hour.
"Hey there," she whispered, smiling.
Sandro's lips curled into a small grin as he glanced around the empty hallway, making sure no one was looking. The angle of the door and their positions shielded them from view, perfect.
Without a word, he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. The gesture was sudden, and it caught April off guard. She blinked, her eyes wide for a second, then narrowed slightly as she gave him a playful, flustered glare, her cheeks pink with warmth. There was no hiding how she felt — not to him, anyway.
"You can't just do that, what if someone see!" she murmured, her voice a mix of shy affection and mock scolding.
"You say that every time, but you like it," Sandro replied with a small chuckle.
He leaned a bit closer, lowering his voice. "Is Alexa in there?"
April nodded, her face turning a touch more serious. "Yeah. She's better than yesterday. Smiling a bit more. Joking around. But… you can still see it, you know? It's haunting her."
Sandro nodded slowly, his expression tightening with concern. "Her phone still off?"
April looked surprised by the question. "Uh, one sec—" She turned her head and called into the locker room, "Lexi! Is your phone still off?"
From inside, Sandro heard the familiar voice of Alexa Bliss call back, "Yeah, I turned it off last night after sending Sandro screenshots of the messages and calls. The Messages and calls wouldn't stop after I turn it on. Didn't want to deal with it. Haven't turned it on since. Why?"
April stepped aside a little and said, "It's Sandro asking."
There was a shuffle of movement inside, feet scurrying across tile. A second later, the door opened a bit wider, and there they were Alexa, Rebecca, Charlotte, and Davina. All of them in their training gear, hair in various states of being styled, the morning air still clinging to their skin. And right in front, Alexa stepped forward, her bright eyes lighting up the moment she saw Sandro.
There was something in the way she looked at him, relief, admiration, and something softer, something warmer just under the surface. She quickly masked it, brushing her hair behind her ear and forcing a more casual expression.
"Why'd you ask about my phone?" she asked, trying to sound casual, but her voice still carried that vulnerable edge.
Sandro took a step forward, his tone even and calm. "I hired a couple of people, professionals, to look into the calls and messages. They're going to trace the numbers, find out who's behind it. Might take a day or two. But when they're ready, they'll need your phone on to begin tracking. So maybe tonight, or tomorrow morning, turn it back on."
The girls blinked, stunned into silence.
Even Charlotte, who was rarely impressed by much, raised her brows. "You hired people?"
Sandro shrugged slightly, his hands tucked into his pockets. "Figured it'd be faster than waiting for security to do their jobs. Got the resources. Might as well use them."
Rebecca exchanged a look with Davina, then smirked. "Well damn. You're really going all out, huh?"
Alexa, overwhelmed and genuinely touched, stepped forward and before Sandro could even react, she wrapped her arms around him. It was sudden and sincere, her small frame pressing into his chest. Her head barely reached his upper chest, and she didn't even seem to care that everyone was watching.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Sandro stood still for a second, caught off guard. It wasn't the hug itself, as Alexa had hug him last Monday as she was afraid in his midncat the time, but the intensity of it that sueise him. The way she held him, like she didn't want to let go. Like she was safe, if only for a moment.
Around them, the other girls froze. Davina's jaw dropped slightly. Rebecca blinked. Even Charlotte tilted her head, arching a brow in amused curiosity. And April… April looked on with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
There was something else in her gaze, an old, quiet jealousy, one she thought she had buried, something she had to, since she shared Sandro with Nikki. But it passed quickly, because she knew Sandro. She trusted him.
And she knew Alexa wasn't trying to steal Sandro from her and Nikki, maybe, just maybe, if she shared the same belief as her and Nikki, well let's just see what the future holds.
Alexa realized what she had done a moment later and instantly recoiled, pulling back like she'd touched a hot stove. Her face flushed crimson as she looked down, hands twisting nervously in front of her.
"I—I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I didn't mean— I just… I'm sorry."
Sandro chuckled, brushing it off as he reached out and gave her a playful ruffle on the head. "It's fine. You needed a hug. That's all."
She peeked up at him, still red-faced, but with a small, grateful smile.
The tension broke as Rebecca snorted. "Well, look at big brother Sandro, saving the day like some kinda rich superhero."
Davina added with a teasing grin, "Does this mean we get tracking services too if we get creepy texts?"
"Depends," Sandro replied, glancing at April with a wink. "I might start charging you all."
They stood there for a while longer, talking softly. The girls eventually drifted back inside, leaving Sandro and April alone by the doorway.
"I'm gonna head out for a bit," Sandro murmured to April. "Still got a few things to check on."
April nodded, her fingers brushing against his briefly and secretly. "Be careful."
"I always am," he said with a smile, then turned and walked away.
But as he made his way down the hallway again, the smile faded. The pieces were there, he just had to put them together. He wasn't going to let anyone mess with the people he cared about. Especially not like this.
And if Barry was behind it… then Sandro wouldn't just expose him. He'd end his career, such people would only sullied the business reputation.
Then two days passed, and it was Monday.
Over those 48 hours, Sandro had kept his head down. Focused. Distant. He didn't have time to play games or pretend everything was normal. After getting the contacts from his father, he'd wasted no time, he texted Alexa's number to them and included a full explanation.
These weren't just tech guys. They were professionals, people who had handled worse for richer, for dirtier, for far more dangerous. They promised to trace any messages or phone calls sent to her number. All he could do now was wait for their results.
Alexa, meanwhile, was still under the watchful eyes of her closest allies. April had been like her shadow, never far behind. Davina cracked jokes and kept her spirits up. Charlotte helped her tighten up her in ring mechanics.
And Rebecca, while sharp tongued and snarky as ever, made sure Alexa never felt alone, not even for a second. Together, the four women made sure no one could get close to Alexa without going through them first.
Sandro appreciated that more than he could say, even if he hadn't found the words to tell them yet.
As much as he wanted to give all his energy to figuring out who was behind the harassment, and proving Barry's involvement, tonight demanded his attention. It was showtime again. FCW Monday. And he wasn't just on the card.
He was the main event.
A triple threat match that fans had been buzzing about ever since last week's controversial finish. Sandro knew what was at stake, not just the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship, but also keeping the fans perception of his character connection with the fans. Last week, in the bacsjtage segment, his persona had snapped, shoving Kofi and yelling in frustration. .
He had to keep his head in the game. .Still, his thoughts wandered. Not to himself, but to the woman opening tonight's show.
Alexa Bliss.
It was her single debut match, her first time truly standing on her own, and she was up against none other than Natalya, who have much experience in the business and will make the call in the match. Charlotte would be in her corner, offering support and guidance.
The match went on early in the card, and from the moment Alexa stepped through the curtain, the crowd roared in excitement. Everyone was curious. Could she hang solo? Could she deliver without being in a tag team?
She looked the part. Confident, poised, focused. But Sandro, watching from backstage, noticed what others might have missed.
She was tight. Tense. Her steps a little too calculated. Her body a little too stiff.
And as the match played out, the nerves showed. A mistimed springboard. A slightly awkward arm drag. A sequence that ran too fast and ended in a missed kick. Nothing disastrous, but enough for the trained eye to catch.
Dusty and Steve were forgiving, nodding their heads with understanding. "She's just nervous," Dusty said. from his monitor, "first time jitters. Hell, I've seen worse.".
But Sandro knew better.
It wasn't nerves. Not really. It was trauma.
What happened on Friday was still in her bones. Still haunting her. And while she was doing her best to move forward, it hadn't fully left her.
As the rest of the show rolled on, segments, promos, and matches building the tension, Sandro paced in the back. His hands balled into fists, mind bouncing between Alexa's silent pain and the looming threat of Barry's possible betrayal.
Then, finally, it was time.
The lights dimmed. The energy shifted. A roar erupted through the crowd.
His music hit.
"Cult of Personality" screamed through the speakers, the unmistakable opening riff jolting fans out of their seats. A mix of cheers and boos followed, louder than last week, more divided now. The backstage segment with Kofi had soured some of the crowd. Some were disillusioned. Others saw it as proof that Sandro was changing and not for the better.
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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