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"And let's talk about those women!" Heyman sneered, his voice dripping with pure, undeniable disrespect. "Let's talk about this little polyamorous relationship you parade around on television! Do you want to know the real reason why they wanted to be with you, Sandro? Do you want to know why they share you? It's not because you're a god! It's not because you're son of a billionaire! It's because those poor girls have never, ever stepped near a real, actual man of the class of BROCKKKK LESNARRRRR!"
The Philips Arena completely and utterly exploded! The fans let out a deafening, sustained roar, screaming and "Ooooohing" so loudly that the sound actually distorted the broadcast audio. It was a massive, lethal, psychological nuke dropped directly onto the ego of the Triple Crown Champion.
Inside the ring, Sandro Zhang completely froze. His face went entirely pale, then flushed with a shade of red so deep it looked like he was about to suffer an aneurysm. AJ, Nikki, and Alexa looked absolutely mortified, their jaws dropping at the sheer, public audacity of the Advocate's words.
Heyman smiled, knowing he had inflicted maximum, irreversible psychological damage.
"But since you are far too cowardly to come up here and face the beast like a man," Heyman concluded, his voice dropping into a dark, incredibly dangerous tone. "My client is not a patient man. Brock Lesnar will come down there... and he will show everyone in this arena, and millions watching at home, exactly why he should be the new, undisputed, double WWE World Heavyweight Champion!"
Heyman lowered the microphone. He didn't even need to give the command.
Brock Lesnar cracked his massive neck, let out a terrifying, guttural roar, and began to march down the incredibly long entrance ramp. He moved like a freight train that had lost its brakes, his eyes locked dead onto the ring, entirely consumed by the promise of extreme violence.
Absolute, sheer panic instantly erupted inside the squared circle.
The Queens realized the catastrophic danger their battered leader was in. AJ, Nikki, and Alexa frantically dug their heels in, physically dragging a thrashing, furious Sandro backward, pulling him completely away from the ropes.
"Form a wall!" AJ shrieked at the top of her lungs, turning to the bruised, demoralized men of the faction. "Form a wall right now! Protect him! Take Lesnar out!"
The seven boys of the Undisputed System, Dolph Ziggler, Xavier Woods, Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Kofi Kingston, Big E, and Ryback, completely froze.
They looked at each other, their faces painted with extreme, agonizing hesitation. Just two minutes ago, Sandro Zhang had verbally castrated them. He had physically abused them. He had slapped Wade, Drew, Kofi, Big E, and Ryback in the face in front of the entire world. They had every single logical reason to simply step aside and let the Beast tear the God King limb from limb.
But the psychological conditioning of the Undisputed System was terrifyingly deep. The threat of losing their careers, losing their massive paychecks, and facing the vindictive legal wrath of Nexum Core was a chain they couldn't break.
Reluctantly, slowly, the seven men stepped forward. They moved to the side of the ring facing the ramp, standing shoulder to shoulder, physically forming a massive, incredibly imposing human wall between Brock Lesnar and Sandro Zhang.
"This is incredible!" Cole yelled. "The Undisputed System is literally forming a human shield for their abuser! There are seven men standing in that ring, and they are preparing to fight the Beast!"
"It's a numbers game, Michael!" JBL cheered, his hope instantly returning. "No man on earth, not even Brock Lesnar, can fight off seven elite athletes at the exact same time! This is a tactical masterstroke by the Queens! Lesnar is walking right into an absolute slaughterhouse!"
Lesnar reached the bottom of the ramp. He did not slow down. He did not hesitate. He did not show a single, solitary ounce of fear at the sight of seven professional fighters waiting for him.
Lesnar leaped up onto the ring apron with terrifying agility. He grabbed the top rope, looking directly at the wall of men. A dark, sociopathic smirk stretched across his heavily scarred face. He casually rolled his massive shoulders, cracking his knuckles, visibly warming himself up for the absolute carnage he was about to unleash.
Lesnar stepped cleanly over the top rope, officially entering the ring.
As soon as the Beast's boots hit the canvas, the Queens executed the final stage of their desperate plan. AJ, Nikki, and Alexa grabbed Sandro by the arms and violently pulled him under the bottom rope, entirely removing the bruised God King from the ring, dragging him out to the safety of the ringside floor.
The bell did not ring. There was no referee.
Inside the ring, seven men stared down one. The tension was an absolute powder keg.
"Get him!" Ziggler yelled, trying to ignite the spark.
The Undisputed System charged all at once.
It was a total, chaotic, unmitigated beatdown scene. For the first terrifying ten seconds, the sheer, overwhelming numbers game actually worked. The seven boys swarmed Lesnar like a pack of desperate wolves.
Barrett and McIntyre rained heavy, heavy right hands to the back of Lesnar's head. Big E and Ryback drove their massive shoulders directly into Lesnar's midsection, violently backing the Beast into the corner.
Ziggler and Woods delivered rapid fire kicks to Lesnar's knees, trying to chop the massive tree down, while Kofi leaped into the air, raining punches down on Lesnar's face.
The fans in the arena were screaming, watching Lesnar get completely smothered in the corner by the desperate faction.
But Brock Lesnar was not a normal human being. He was a freak of nature whose pain tolerance and explosive power were entirely unrivaled in the history of the industry.
Suddenly, Lesnar let out a deafening, primal roar that echoed above the chaos!
Lesnar exploded out of the corner with the force of a detonating bomb!
He violently shoved Big E and Ryback backward, creating an immediate inch of space.
That was all the Beast needed.
Xavier Woods lunged forward. Lesnar caught him instantly by the throat, hoisting the cruiserweight entirely off his feet, and callously threw him completely over the top rope!
Woods crashed violently to the ringside floor, entirely eliminated from the fight.
Dolph Ziggler tried to capitalize on the distraction, looking for a desperate superkick. Lesnar simply swatted Ziggler's leg out of the air, spun the Showoff around, and delivered a catastrophic, decapitating clothesline that sent Ziggler flipping 360 degrees through the air before crashing out of the ring!
"Lesnar is Hulking out!" Lawler screamed in absolute awe! "He is tossing bodies everywhere!"
Kofi Kingston, utilizing his elite speed, springboarded off the top rope, looking to hit a flying cross body. Lesnar casually stepped forward, catching Kofi perfectly in mid air.
Without even breaking a sweat, Lesnar shifted his grip and launched Kofi completely across the ring with a devastating overhead belly to belly suplex! Kofi rolled under the ropes, clutching his spine in pure agony.
The wall was rapidly crumbling. Only the true heavyweights remained.
Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre, the elite European brawlers, looked at each other and nodded. They charged Lesnar together, attempting to execute a massive double suplex.
They hooked Lesnar's arms, trying to lift him. Lesnar simply planted his massive feet into the canvas. He was entirely immovable. With a terrifying flex of his massive back muscles, Lesnar violently reversed the leverage!
He hooked both Barrett and McIntyre's heads, arched his thick spine backward, and executed a catastrophic, mind bending double suplex of his own!
The two massive enforcers crashed heavily into the mat, entirely incapacitated by the sheer, unadulterated power of the Beast!
Lesnar grabbed them both by the back of their tights and violently tossed them both out of the ring like bags of garbage.
"This is not human!" Cole shrieked, completely losing his mind. "Brock Lesnar just fought off five men in the span of thirty seconds!"
Only two men were left standing inside the squared circle. The muscle. Big E and Ryback.
The two massive powerhouses realized they were completely alone. They charged Lesnar from opposite sides, looking to crush him in the center. But Lesnar ducked under a wild clothesline from Big E, caught Ryback around the waist, and executed a flawless, breathtaking German suplex!
Ryback landed directly on the back of his massive neck!
Big E charged, but Lesnar immediately popped up to his feet, intercepted the powerhouse, and locked his arms tightly around Big E's waist. Lesnar arched his back.
German Suplex!
Big E crashed to the mat! Lesnar held on to the waistlock, dragging the three hundred pound man right back to his feet.
German Suplex!
"Suplex City!" the crowd chanted organically, a massive, deafening roar that shook the Philips Arena! "Suplex City! Suplex City!"
Lesnar released Big E, letting the massive enforcer roll out of the ring, completely broken.
The ring was entirely cleared, except for the massive, groggy form of Ryback, who had just managed to stagger up to his hands and knees. Lesnar stalked him. He reached down, entirely effortlessly hoisting the 290 pound Ryback completely onto his massive shoulders.
Lesnar looked out at the screaming crowd, let out a final, terrifying roar, and violently spun his body.
F-5!
Ryback was driven face first into the canvas with sickening, catastrophic force, entirely laid to waste.
Brock Lesnar stood absolutely alone in the center of the ring, his chest heaving, a massive, terrifying smile on his face. He had just systematically, violently dismantled the entire Undisputed System in under two minutes. It was an unparalleled display of pure, unadulterated dominance.
But as the crowd roared in sheer adulation, the camera caught a sudden, frantic movement on the outside of the ring.
Sandro Zhang, entirely consumed by his toxic, sociopathic ego, realized his entire army had just been slaughtered. He refused to look weak. He refused to be embarrassed again.
With a sudden, violent burst of adrenaline, Sandro violently shoved AJ, Nikki, and Alexa entirely away from him! He broke completely free from his protective Queens.
Ignoring the screaming pain in his bruised ribs and the concussion ringing in his skull, Sandro Zhang slid under the bottom rope, silently entering the ring directly behind the celebrating Beast.
"Watch out, Brock!" Cole shrieked on commentary!
Lesnar, entirely focused on the crowd, didn't hear the warning.
Sandro Zhang leaped forward, launching a desperate, vicious, completely unprotected running knee strike directly into the back of Lesnar's right knee!
The sudden, targeted impact caused the Beast's leg to buckle. Lesnar staggered forward, dropping to one knee in pure shock.
Sandro didn't hesitate. Operating on pure survival instinct and homicidal anger, the God King unleashed a blinding, chaotic flurry of heavy, closed fist right hands and sharp elbow strikes directly to the back of Lesnar's head and neck!
The crowd erupted in a mixture of boos and sheer shock as the bruised, bandaged Triple Crown Champion miraculously managed to take the Beast down to the mat, wildly throwing punches, desperately establishing the upper hand against the most dangerous man on the planet.
The crowd erupted in a mixture of boos and sheer shock as the bruised, bandaged Triple Crown Champion miraculously managed to take the Beast down to the mat, wildly throwing punches, desperately establishing the upper hand against the most dangerous man on the planet.
This was not a calculated, technical wrestling exchange. It was a chaotic, unmitigated street fight born entirely of toxic ego and survival instinct. Sandro, his face twisted into a mask of pure sociopathic fury, sat heavily across Lesnar's massive back. He brought his taped fists down like sledgehammers, raining a blinding, relentless flurry of heavy, closed fist right hands directly into the back of Lesnar's skull.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The Philips Arena completely lost its collective mind. The sheer audacity of the bruised, exhausted God King attacking a fully rested former UFC Heavyweight Champion from behind was absolutely staggering.
"Look at Sandro!" JBLshrieked into his headset, his voice reaching a pitch of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. JBL practically threw himself over the commentary desk, pointing a shaking finger at the ring. "I told you! I told you he is the greatest martial artist walking the face of God's green earth! He is the apex predator of this industry! He is taking the Beast apart piece by piece!"
"It was a coward's attack from behind!" Cole fired back, entirely disgusted but unable to look away from the monitor. "He completely blindsided Lesnar! Sandro Zhang is operating on pure, desperate adrenaline! But my God, he is actually doing damage!"
Sandro didn't stop at punches. Recognizing that his fists alone might not be enough to keep a monster of Lesnar's caliber down, the God King shifted his weight. He drove his kneepad violently into Lesnar's lower back to pin him to the canvas, wrapped his left arm around Lesnar's thick neck in a makeshift choke, and began throwing sharp, concussive elbow strikes directly to the side of the Beast's head!
Smack! Smack!
The sharp points of Sandro's elbows connected with terrifying precision, targeting the sensitive area just behind Lesnar's ear, looking to short circuit the heavyweight's equilibrium. Paul Heyman, standing on the outside of the ring, suddenly dropped his microphone.
The smug, victorious grin entirely vanished from the Advocate's face, replaced by a look of stark, genuine panic. Heyman grabbed his own bald head with both hands, his eyes wide in horror.
"Brock! Get up! Brock, move!" Heyman screamed, slapping the ring apron desperately.
But Sandro was relentless. He was a man possessed. He grabbed a handful of Lesnar's short blonde hair, yanking the Beast's head up off the mat, only to violently slam Lesnar's face straight back down into the canvas!
The fans in the front rows leaped out of their seats. The narrative of the entire evening was instantly spinning wildly out of control. Everyone in the building, and millions watching at home, legitimately thought that Sandro Zhang was in the win.
They thought they were witnessing the impossible, that the bruised, battered, tape covered Triple Crown Champion was actually going to conquer the Conqueror. It looked like Sandro was about to emphatically return the receipt that Lesnar had so violently given to him last night at the conclusion of WrestleMania.
"He's going to end him right here!" JBL yelled, banging his fist on the desk to the rhythm of Sandro's strikes. "He is returning the favor! He is showing Brock Lesnar that you do not ever walk into the God King's castle and expect to leave breathing!"
"Sandro is absolutely pummeling the Beast!" Lawler gasped, completely mesmerized. "He used the element of surprise perfectly! If he keeps this up, the referee is going to have to run down here and stop this before Lesnar gets seriously hurt!"
Sandro scrambled off Lesnar's back, popping up to his feet, breathing heavily. He saw Lesnar pushing himself up to his hands and knees, visibly disoriented. Sandro backed up into the corner, his eyes entirely dilated, feeding off the deafening noise of the crowd. He began to aggressively stomp his boot into the mat.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
He was setting up for his ultimate, lethal finishing strike, the Last Note. He wanted to recreate the exact, sickening violence he had inflicted on Chris Jericho.
"The Last Note is coming!" Cole shrieked in absolute panic! "If Sandro hits this running elbow strike to the face of Lesnar, Lesnar is going back to the hospital!"
As Lesnar blindly staggered to a vertical base, swaying slightly, Sandro launched himself out of the corner like a guided missile! He accelerated across the ring, launching his body into the air, driving his elbow straight toward Lesnar's jaw!
But the Beast Incarnate was not a normal man. He was a freak of evolutionary biology. His recovery time was entirely inhuman.
At the absolute last microsecond, as the elbow was inches from his face, Lesnar's eyes snapped into focus. He didn't try to dodge. He didn't try to block. Lesnar simply reached his massive, tree trunk arms forward and caught Sandro Zhang completely out of mid air!
The entire arena let out a collective gasp that sucked all the oxygen out of the room.
Sandro's forward momentum came to a catastrophic, immediate halt. His eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated terror as he realized the Beast had just absorbed his best shot and was now holding him suspended off the canvas.
"Oh no!" Cole yelled. "Lesnar caught him!"
Lesnar let out a terrifying, guttural roar, spit flying from his teeth. He didn't immediately throw Sandro. He simply squeezed the God King's waist with bone crushing force, holding him in the air, glaring directly into Sandro's terrified eyes.
With a terrifying flex of his massive shoulders, Lesnar violently shifted his grip, completely turning the situation around! He hoisted Sandro up, tossing him casually over his shoulder, and ran forward, driving Sandro back first into the turnbuckles with the force of a high speed collision!
CRASH!
Sandro gasped, his bruised ribs screaming in absolute agony as the air was violently forced from his lungs. The white medical tape wrapped around his midsection immediately began to strain.
Lesnar didn't stop. He backed up, let out another roar, and charged the corner, driving his massive, muscular shoulder deep into Sandro's wounded gut!
He hit him once. He hit him twice. He hit him a third time, burying his shoulder so deep it looked like he was trying to snap the Triple Crown Champion entirely in half.
"The Beast is awake!" Lawler cheered wildly! "Sandro Zhang just woke up the most dangerous creature on the planet!"
Lesnar grabbed Sandro by the throat with one massive hand, casually tossing the God King out of the corner and into the dead center of the ring. Sandro hit the mat hard, completely out of breath, clutching his ribs.
But Sandro Zhang was a prodigy, and his survival instincts were elite. As Lesnar stepped forward to grab him again, Sandro violently kicked upward from his back! His boot connected flush with Lesnar's jaw, snapping the Beast's head backward!
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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