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On the outside of the ring, AJ Lee was weeping bitterly, clutching her lower back as she slowly crawled up the entrance ramp entirely alone. The first major domino of the night had violently fallen. The Queens were officially without gold, and the entire WWE Universe knew that if the God King failed in the main event against the Big Show, Sandro's already cracked legendary empire would be completely crumbled out of existence.
The sheer, unmitigated adrenaline pumping through the St. Pete Times Forum did not drop for a single second following the historic Divas Championship title change. The Extreme Rules Pay Per View was living up to its incredibly violent namesake, providing the Tampa crowd with an absolutely relentless barrage of high tension warfare.
The broadcast rolled on, and the matches that immediately followed were a breathtaking showcase of brutality and desperation. Championships were fiercely defended, and deeply personal, bitter rivalries were violently concluded inside the squared circle.
The fans witnessed a chaotic, weapon filled Tornado Tag Team match where steel chairs were dented over skulls and bodies were driven through splintering tables.
They watched a grueling, bloody No Holds Barred grudge match that spilled over the barricades, through the crowd, and into the concrete concourses of the arena, entirely keeping the viewers on the absolute edge of their seats.
The commentary team of Cole, Lawler, JBL, and the special guest commentator, Booker T, were entirely hoarse, screaming themselves raw as they called the spectacular, chaotic wreckage unfolding before their eyes.
But as the broadcast crossed the threshold into its final hour, the entire atmosphere inside the arena fundamentally shifted. The chaotic, weapon filled brawls were over. The table scraps had been cleared away.
It was time for the heavy artillery.
It was time for the match immediately preceding the main event.
"Ladies and gentlemen, catch your breath if you can," Cole announced, his voice trembling with sheer, unadulterated anticipation. "Because we have officially arrived at our co main event of the evening. And calling it a wrestling match feels like an absolute understatement. This is a clash of biological anomalies. This is a heavyweight collision between two of the most destructive, terrifying forces of nature to ever lace up a pair of boots."
"You are looking at the absolute apex of the combat sports food chain!" Booker T declared, his eyes wide with excitement. "You got two men who didn't just conquer the amateur wrestling world, they conquered the mixed martial arts world! This ain't about wristlocks and headlocks, Cole. This is about survival!"
"This is about Sandro Zhang's ultimate insurance policy!" JBL bellowed, aggressively pointing at the monitor. "The God King opened up the Nexum Core checkbook and purchased the single most devastating mercenary on the planet! Bobby Lashley is here to permanently execute the Beast!"
"He has to survive the Beast first, John!" Lawler shot back. "Brock Lesnar has been pacing in his locker room like a starving animal! He wants blood for that Spear he took two weeks ago!"
Suddenly, the arena went pitch black.
SCREEEEECH!
The iconic, apocalyptic, heavily distorted guitar riff violently tore through the Tampa arena!
The incredibly aggressive, terrifying drumbeat of "The Next Big Thing" hit the massive stadium speakers, and the twenty thousand fans in attendance absolutely exploded!
The pop was a deafening, visceral, earth shattering roar of pure adulation!
Stepping through the heavy black curtains, bouncing on his toes with terrifying, unhinged aggression, was the Beast Incarnate, Brock Lesnar!
Lesnar wore his signature black MMA fighting shorts and taped combat gloves. Notably, wrapped tightly around his massive, incredibly thick midsection was a layer of white athletic tape, visibly highlighting the lingering damage from the catastrophic Spear he had suffered at the hands of The Dominator just two weeks prior. But the injury did not make him look vulnerable, it made him look incredibly, furiously dangerous.
Walking directly behind the massive behemoth, entirely feeding off the electric energy of the crowd, was his Advocate, Paul Heyman.
Lesnar marched out onto the stage, entirely ignoring the deafening noise. He planted his massive left foot, let out a terrifying, primal roar that echoed into the rafters, and unleashed his signature, high angle kick into the air!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Massive, blinding pyrotechnics violently exploded from the entrance stage, sending thick white smoke billowing across the ramp!
Lesnar didn't wait for the smoke to clear. He charged down the long entrance ramp, his eyes wide and dilated, fully intending to sprint directly into the ring and wait for a fight. But Paul Heyman frantically grabbed Lesnar by his massive arm, using every single ounce of his own body weight to physically hold the Beast back!
"Whoa, look at Paul Heyman!" Cole yelled. "Heyman is desperately trying to keep his client composed! He knows that Bobby Lashley is a master tactician, and he doesn't want Brock Lesnar rushing blindly into a trap!"
"That is exactly why you need an Advocate, man!" Booker T praised. "Lesnar is seeing red! He just wants to destroy! But Heyman is telling him to breathe, focus, and save the energy for the opening bell!"
Lesnar reluctantly allowed Heyman to slow his pace. The Beast stepped up the steel stairs, wiped his boots on the apron, and vaulted over the top rope, aggressively pacing around the squared circle like a caged tiger.
Heyman stood safely in the corner, clutching the turnbuckle pads, whispering frantic, strategic advice into Lesnar's ear.
The heavy music faded, leaving a tense, suffocating silence hanging over the arena.
And then, a deep, rhythmic, incredibly intimidating beat hit the sound system.
The reaction was instantaneous. The Tampa crowd completely turned, unleashing a torrential, deafening wave of pure, unadulterated boos! It was a wall of sonic hatred that practically shook the camera lenses.
Stepping out onto the stage, entirely bathed in the blinding arena spotlights, was The Dominator, Bobby Lashley.
Lashley looked absolutely immaculate. He wasn't wearing a suit tonight; he was dressed in tight black athletic trunks, entirely showcasing his completely superhuman, chiseled physique. His massive chest and bulging deltoids looked like they had been carved directly out of solid black marble. His face was a mask of cold, dead, terrifying focus.
But it was the man walking out directly beside him that pushed the crowd's hatred into absolute overdrive.
Sandro Zhang, the God King himself, strutted out from behind the curtain. The Triple Crown Champion was wearing a sharp, custom tailored designer track jacket, zipped up to his chin to conceal his own taped ribs. His nose was heavily bandaged, sporting two massive black eyes from the catastrophic Glasgow Kiss headbutt Drew McIntyre had delivered six days prior.
Despite the physical trauma, Sandro's arrogance remained entirely unchecked. Draped heavily over his right shoulder was the World Heavyweight Championship. Secured tightly around his waist was the WWE Championship. And clutched in his left hand was the United States Championship.
"Look at the sheer, unmitigated ego of the billionaire prodigy!" JBL cheered wildly, completely losing his mind at the visual! "He is battered, he is bruised, but he is still holding all the gold! And he has The Dominator walking right beside him!"
"He looks like a coward who hired a hitman!" Lawler countered in absolute disgust. "He shouldn't even be out here! He has to defend that United States Championship against the Big Show in our main event!"
Sandro and Lashley walked down the ramp in perfect unison. Inside the ring, Brock Lesnar absolutely lost his mind. The Beast violently surged forward, attempting to dive completely over the top rope to attack them on the ramp!
"Brock! No! Wait!" Heyman shrieked, physically throwing his own body in front of Lesnar, desperately grabbing the Beast by the waist to hold him back! "Let him get in the ring, Brock! Let him get in the ring!"
The referee frantically waved his arms, ordering Lesnar to stay in his corner.
Lashley reached the bottom of the ramp. The Dominator casually rolled his broad shoulders, stepped up the steel steps, and entered the ring. He didn't break eye contact with Lesnar for a single millisecond.
Sandro Zhang, however, did not enter the ring. The God King remained entirely on the outside. He stood at ringside, adjusting the massive championships draped over his body, looking at Lesnar with a dark, mocking, deeply sociopathic smile.
"Sandro is staying right where he belongs," Cole noted. "He is acting as the general on the outside, safely out of the Beast's reach."
The referee immediately turned his attention to the corners. He pointed directly at Paul Heyman.
"Get out," the official demanded, recognizing that this was a standard singles match and the Advocate had absolutely no business inside the ropes.
Heyman threw his hands up in mock innocence, giving Lesnar one final, frantic pat on the massive shoulder before sliding under the bottom rope, taking his place on the opposite side of the ringside floor from Sandro Zhang.
The referee moved to the center of the ring. He looked at Bobby Lashley, who was cracking his knuckles. He looked at Brock Lesnar, whose chest was heaving with pure, unadulterated aggression. He made sure both men were absolutely ready.
The referee raised his hand and signaled for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The absolute second the bell echoed through the St. Pete Times Forum, the two massive behemoths completely exploded out of their respective corners!
They didn't circle each other. They didn't feel out the distance. They violently crashed into each other in the dead center of the ring with a catastrophic, earth shattering collar and elbow tie up!
BOOM!
The sheer, concussive impact of nearly six hundred pounds of elite, solid muscle slamming together literally shook the entire ring!
The ropes violently trembled. The fans gasped collectively at the sheer display of unmitigated power.
Neither man budged an inch.
They were locked together, their massive arms intertwined, the veins in their necks bulging as they engaged in a pure, terrifying contest of raw strength. Lashley pushed forward; Lesnar instantly dug his boots into the mat and pushed back. They spun each other around the center of the ring, practically tearing the canvas beneath their feet.
"Look at this!" Cole shrieked, his voice cracking! "It is an absolute stalemate! The immovable object has met the irresistible force! Neither man is willing to give up a single inch of ground!"
"This is exactly what I'm talking about, Cole!" Booker T yelled in awe. "These are two alpha males! They are feeling each other's power! They want to see who the real silverback in this jungle is!"
Realizing the collar and elbow was going nowhere, the match instantly, beautifully evolved into a masterclass of elite amateur wrestling and mixed martial arts grappling.
Lesnar violently broke the tie up, immediately dropping his level with terrifying, blinding speed. The Beast shot in for a deep, collegiate double leg takedown, aiming to drive Lashley directly into the mat!
But The Dominator's reflexes were absolutely unparalleled. Lashley violently kicked his legs backward, completely sprawling his massive hips downward, bringing all of his 270 pound weight crashing down onto Lesnar's back to stuff the takedown!
"Incredible sprawl by Lashley!" Lawler cheered! "He completely neutralized the Beast's collegiate offense!"
Lesnar, trapped underneath Lashley's sprawling weight, immediately utilized his elite grappling pedigree. The Beast transitioned from the stuffed double leg, reaching up and wrapping his thick arms tightly around Lashley's waist.
With a terrifying flex of his massive core, Lesnar completely hoisted Lashley off the mat from his knees and violently threw him backward with an incredible, high impact Belly to Belly suplex!
Lashley crashed onto the canvas, but The Dominator immediately backward rolled to his feet, entirely refusing to stay grounded!
The crowd erupted into a massive, sustained roar of pure appreciation!
The sequence was flawless, blindingly fast, and incredibly violent.
On the outside of the ring, Sandro Zhang's sociopathic smile faltered for just a fraction of a second. He gripped his titles tighter, barking frantic, aggressive instructions toward the ring.
"Break him down, Bobby!" Sandro yelled, entirely ignoring the presence of the fans. "Target the taped ribs! Use the ribs!"
Lashley heard the command. The Dominator stepped forward, throwing a heavy, looping right hook. Lesnar ducked underneath it, countering with a brutal, stiff knee strike directly into Lashley's midsection!
SMACK!
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed loudly through the ringside microphones. Lashley grunted, doubling over slightly. Lesnar immediately grabbed Lashley by the back of the neck, entirely locking in a tight Muay Thai clinch, and delivered a second, catastrophic knee strike directly to The Dominator's jaw!
Lashley staggered backward, completely stunned.
Lesnar let out a terrifying roar, entirely smelling blood in the water. The Beast grabbed Lashley completely around the waist, locking his massive hands together, and violently arched his back!
BAM!
Lesnar launched Lashley into the Florida sky with a devastating, high angle German Suplex!
Lashley crashed sickeningly onto the back of his neck, his legs flipping entirely over his head!
"SUPLEX CITY!" the crowd instantly chanted, counting the very first excursion!
"The Beast is officially opening up the gates!" Cole screamed! "Brock Lesnar is completely taking over this match! The Dominator is in massive trouble!"
"Lashley just needs to regroup!" JBL argued frantically. "He took a bad bump, but he is the Anti-Lesnar Insurance Policy! He will figure this out!"
Lesnar didn't give him the chance to figure anything out. The Beast dragged Lashley right back up to his feet, entirely maintaining his iron grip around The Dominator's waist.
Lesnar let out another roar, arching his back for a second consecutive German Suplex!
But Bobby Lashley was not Wade Barrett. He was not Dolph Ziggler. He was a legitimate, crossover MMA juggernaut.
As Lesnar attempted to lift him, Lashley violently threw his massive elbows backward! He struck Lesnar directly in the face, breaking the waistlock!
As Lesnar stumbled backward, clutching his jaw, Lashley immediately capitalized.
The Dominator spun around, entirely locking his own massive arms around Brock Lesnar's waist!
"Oh my God!" Booker T yelled! "Lashley's got him!"
With a sheer, horrifying display of superhuman strength, Bobby Lashley deadlifted the 280 pound Beast Incarnate entirely off the canvas! Lashley arched his massive, chiseled back and executed a catastrophic, release German Suplex of his own!
Lesnar was violently thrown across the ring, completely crashing onto his shoulder and neck!
The entire Tampa arena gasped in absolute, unmitigated shock! No one threw Brock Lesnar around!
"LASHLEY JUST TOOK LESNAR TO SUPLEX CITY!" JBL shrieked, completely losing his mind in pure jubilation! "I TOLD YOU! I TOLD EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! BOBBY LASHLEY IS THE SUPERIOR COMBAT ATHLETE!"
On the outside, Sandro Zhang let out a loud, mocking laugh, raising the United States Championship high into the air in celebration.
Lesnar rolled onto his stomach, pushing himself up to his hands and knees, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and pure, homicidal fury.
Lashley didn't stop. He immediately closed the distance, dropping down to the mat and completely transitioning into a brutal, MMA style ground tand pound assault!
Lashley entirely mounted Lesnar's back, wrapping his thick legs around the Beast's waist, and began raining down heavy, stiff, unprotected right hands directly onto the back of Lesnar's head and neck!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
"Lashley has full mount!" Cole panicked! "He is absolutely bludgeoning the Beast! Lesnar has to cover up!"
"Shucky ducky quack quack!" Booker T shouted, fully entirely captivated by the MMA crossover offense. "Lashley is trying to end this fight right now! He is trying to force a referee stoppage!"
Lesnar, entirely trapped under the massive weight of The Dominator, desperately tried to cover the back of his head.
He thrashed wildly, utilizing his incredible core strength to violently bridge his hips upward, bucking Lashley forward just enough to break the dominant mount.
As Lashley slid off his back, Lesnar scrambled to his feet. He was bleeding from a small cut above his eye, his chest heaving, his face red with absolute rage.
Lashley was right there with him. The two massive men immediately re engaged, entirely abandoning their amateur wrestling backgrounds, and transitioned into an absolute, unmitigated heavyweight slugfest!
They stood toe to toe in the dead center of the ring, violently trading incredibly stiff, heavy MMA style elbows and forearms!
Lesnar drove a massive forearm into Lashley's jaw! Lashley absorbed it and fired back with a catastrophic elbow strike that split Lesnar's lip!
The sheer brutality of the strikes was sickening. Welts were immediately forming on their massive chests. "They are beating the living hell out of each other!" Lawler yelled over the deafening crowd noise! "This isn't a wrestling match anymore! This is a war of attrition!"
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 21 (2011)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: WWE - RAW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championships History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA X Division Champion, 1x WWE United States Champion, 1x WWE Champion, & 1x World Heavyweight Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner, 1x Mr. Money In The Bank, Youngest WWE Champion, PWI Top 500 (No.1) - 2010, & 1x KOTR (2010)
Wrestlemania Record: 2 - 0 Main Event: 1 - 0