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But a dark, entirely evil, deeply vindictive smirk was completely plastered across his face as he watched the absolute chaos about to unfold. Lesnar wasn't bouncing. He wasn't smiling. He was entirely vibrating with absolute, unmitigated, homicidal rage. The Beast Incarnate aggressively sprinted down the incredibly long entrance ramp with terrifying, unparalleled speed!
He entirely slid under the bottom rope, completely entering the squared circle like a terrifying, unstoppable freight train!
Drew McIntyre, entirely distracted by the sudden music, aggressively turned around just in time to see the Beast charging at him.
Lesnar violently exploded forward, entirely obliterating the Scottish Psychopath with a catastrophic, skull cracking clothesline that completely turned Drew entirely inside out!
Drew crashed violently onto the canvas, his eyes completely rolling into the back of his head!
The Big Show let out a massive roar, violently swinging his loaded right fist directly at Lesnar's head!
But the Beast Incarnate was entirely too fast. Lesnar completely ducked underneath the Weapon of Mass Destruction, entirely grabbed the four hundred pound giant around his massive waist, and with a sheer, entirely terrifying display of absolute superhuman strength, Lesnar violently launched the United States Champion completely across the ring with a catastrophic German Suplex!
The entire ring violently shook as four hundred pounds of solid muscle completely crashed onto the back of his neck!
The crowd shrieked in absolute terror as the Beast Incarnate went completely unhinged!
Lesnar didn't stop. He entirely turned his absolute predatory focus back to the Scottish Psychopath. Drew was completely staggering up to his knees.
Lesnar violently grabbed him around the waist, completely lifting the 260 pound powerhouse, and aggressively launched him completely across the ring with a second, entirely brutal German Suplex!
"Absolute carnage!" Cole screamed, entirely clutching his headset in pure horror! "Brock Lesnar is completely destroying the main event!"
The Big Show was agonizingly trying to push himself up using the middle rope. Lesnar aggressively marched over, completely grabbed the giant around his massive waist again, let out a terrifying, primal roar, and violently threw the four hundred pound monster backwards with a third, completely earth shattering German Suplex!
The Tampa crowd completely lost their minds, entirely captivated by the sheer, unmitigated physical impossibility of what they were witnessing!
Drew McIntyre was completely laid out, entirely gasping for air. Lesnar aggressively dragged him back up to his feet, entirely clamped his massive arms around Drew's waist, and violently executed a fourth, catastrophic German Suplex that sent the Scottish Psychopath completely crashing entirely on his neck!
"He is breaking them in half!" Lawler yelled, entirely horrified! "This is an absolute massacre!"
The Big Show was entirely out on his feet, blindly stumbling forward into the center of the ring. Lesnar let out a completely psychotic laugh, violently grabbed the giant for the final time, and entirely launched the World's Largest Athlete completely across the ring with a fifth, absolutely devastating German Suplex!
The entire Amway Center completely vibrated from the catastrophic impact! Suplex City had officially been entirely opened in Orlando!
Brock Lesnar wasn't completely finished.
The Beast Incarnate aggressively grabbed the completely unconscious body of Drew McIntyre. Lesnar violently hoisted the 260cpound Scottish Psychopath completely onto his massive, heavily muscled shoulders.
Lesnar entirely spun Drew through the humid Florida air and violently delivered a catastrophic, skull cracking F-5 directly into the center of the canvas!
Lesnar immediately entirely turned around, aggressively grabbing the four hundred pound United States Champion. With absolute, terrifying ease, Lesnar violently entirely hoisted the Big Show completely onto his shoulders!
"HE'S GOT THE GIANT UP!" Cole shrieked, his voice entirely giving out!
Lesnar let out a massive grunt, completely spinning the four hundred pound monster and entirely delivering a second, absolutely devastating F-5 that completely destroyed the ring mat!
The Beast Incarnate stood completely alone in the center of the absolute wreckage. Two massive titans, the United States Champion and the possible number one contender, were entirely laid out unconscious at his feet.
Brock Lesnar completely threw his head back, entirely raising his massive arms into the air, and let out a deafening, terrifying, absolutely primal roar that completely shook the entirety of the arena to its absolute core!
On the entrance stage, Paul Heyman entirely laughed, completely clapping his hands together in pure, evil delight, entirely loving the absolute destruction his client was actively inflicting upon Monday Night RAW.
But Heyman's evil smirk was about to be completely wiped off his face.
While Brock Lesnar was completely focused on soaking in the absolute terror of the crowd, entirely basking in his own sheer dominance, a massive, incredibly dark shadow completely entirely hopped over the steel barricade in the front row!
From completely out of nowhere, entirely emerging from the sea of the WWE Universe, was the million dollar mercenary himself.
Bobby Lashley aggressively entirely slid under the bottom rope, completely entering the ring with absolute, stealthy precision. He was not wearing his ring gear, he was completely dressed in dark jeans and a black muscle shirt, his eyes entirely burning with absolute, homicidal fury.
He had been completely left for dead the night prior, entirely humiliated by the Beast, and he was entirely here to collect his massive paycheck from the God King.
Lashley entirely backed into the corner turnbuckles, completely dropping his level, his dark eyes entirely locked onto the back of Brock Lesnar.
Up on the entrance stage, Paul Heyman's eyes went completely wide with absolute, sheer mortal terror. The Advocate entirely saw the Dominator loading up in the corner.
"BROCK! BEHIND YOU!" Heyman let out a loud, completely horrifying shriek, his voice entirely cracking in absolute panic! "TURN AROUND, BROCK! TURN AROUND!"
Brock Lesnar entirely stopped his primal roar. He completely heard the terrified shriek of his Advocate. The Beast Incarnate aggressively turned around to see what was entirely happening.
The absolute second Lesnar completely turned around, Bobby Lashley violently, aggressively exploded completely out of the corner!
It was an absolute, unmitigated car crash!
Bobby Lashley completely cut the Beast Incarnate entirely in half with a catastrophic, earth shattering Spear!
"SPEAAAAAAAR!" Cole screamed at the absolute top of his lungs, his voice entirely shattering the audio feed! "SPEAR BY THE DOMINATOR!"
The sheer, unmitigated force of the collision violently drove Brock Lesnar completely into the canvas with such absolutely terrifying velocity that the Beast's head violently snapped backward against the mat!
The entire arena completely exploded into absolute, deafening chaos!
"YES! YES! YES!" JBL roared, entirely leaping completely out of his chair, actively jumping up and down in pure, unadulterated ecstasy! "THE DOMINATOR IS ALIVE! THE MERCENARY IS STILL ON THE PAYROLL! THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GET, LESNAR!"
"Bobby Lashley completely came entirely out of nowhere!" Lawler yelled, entirely clutching his chest in pure shock! "He just absolutely broke the Beast Incarnate entirely in half!"
"This is absolute, complete anarchy!" Cole shrieked, completely unable to process the sheer amount of massive bodies lying entirely unconscious in the ring!
"Lashley was completely humiliated last night, but he just exacted his absolute revenge completely on the Beast!"
On the entrance stage, Paul Heyman was entirely hyperventilating. The Advocate completely dropped to his knees, his hands aggressively entirely clutching his bald head in pure, absolute horror as he watched his indestructible Beast completely laid out flat on his back in the dead center of the ring.
Inside the squared circle, the absolute carnage was entirely complete. Drew McIntyre, the Big Show, and Brock Lesnar were completely unconscious, entirely decimated by the massive sequence of events.
Bobby Lashley slowly, entirely aggressively pushed himself up from the canvas. He entirely looked down at the completely motionless body of Brock Lesnar, a dark, deeply satisfied, entirely vindictive smile completely spreading across his face. The mercenary had absolutely proven his worth to Sandro Zhang.
Lashley aggressively entirely turned his attention to the ringside area. He violently pointed his massive finger entirely at the timekeeper, completely demanding a live microphone.
A terrified crew member aggressively slid a microphone completely under the bottom rope.
Lashley entirely bent down, completely picking up the mic. The Dominator entirely turned back around, completely standing entirely tall over the wreckage of the main event scene, entirely raising the microphone to his mouth.
The heavy, ragged breathing of the million dollar mercenary completely echoed through the stadium sound system. Sweat poured down his chiseled face, dripping onto the black fabric of his muscle shirt.
Lashley looked out at the sea of twenty thousand stunned faces. He didn't look like a man who had just collected a bounty. He looked like a man who had been deeply, personally insulted.
"Sandro Zhang..." Lashley began, his deep, commanding voice completely cutting through the heavy silence of the arena.
His tone wasn't celebratory, it was entirely laced with a venomous, simmering rage. "I came back to this company for one specific reason. We had a business transaction. I came out here, I signed your contract. So now I demanded the World Heavyweight Championship match that was absolutely promised to me by the so called God King."
The crowd let out a low, confused murmur. They had entirely expected Lashley to gloat about destroying the Beast, but instead, the mercenary was actively airing out his grievances with his employer.
Lashley began to pace aggressively around the unconscious body of Brock Lesnar, his dark eyes burning with absolute frustration.
"Last night at Extreme Rules, I had a job to do," Lashley continued, pointing a heavy finger down at Lesnar. "I stepped into this ring with the Beast. And despite what the record books say, despite what the referee's decision was... I had that match entirely in the palm of my hand! I am the most elite combat athlete on the face of the planet! Every single movement I make, every single strike I throw, is a completely precise and calculated strike!"
Lashley stopped pacing, turning his gaze entirely toward the hard camera, addressing the absent billionaire directly.
"But you couldn't just sit there and let me work, could you, Sandro?" Lashley sneered, absolute disgust completely overtaking his features. "You had to get emotional. You had to throw a temper tantrum on the outside! If you hadn't lost your mind and put Paul Heyman through that Spanish announce table, I would have won that match!"
The Orlando crowd collectively let out a massive, entirely bewildered gasp. The sheer audacity of the claim completely caught the entire arena off guard.
"My calculations were absolute perfection!" Lashley barked into the microphone, his voice rising in sheer anger. "I had Lesnar completely grounded! But your absolute stupidity on the outside completely threw the entire geometry of the match directly out the window! You changed the variables! You cost me my focus, and because of your complete lack of emotional control, you cost me my guaranteed victory against Lesnar!"
At the ringside commentary desk, the commentary team was completely stunned by the utterly delusional revisionist history they were hearing.
"Are you absolutely kidding me right now?!" Cole shrieked, completely appalled by the sheer arrogance and lack of accountability from the Dominator. "Is he actually standing there blaming Sandro Zhang for losing to Brock Lesnar?!"
"It sounds like the absolute textbook definition of a sore loser, Michael!" Lawler argued, shaking his head in pure disbelief. "What Sandro did to Paul Heyman last night was horrible, yes, but it actively helped Bobby Lashley! The table crash completely distracted Lesnar! It gave Lashley the absolute perfect opening to hit the Spear!"
"Exactly!" Cole agreed passionately. "Lashley had the opening, he took the shot, and Brock Lesnar simply caught him in mid air! Sandro's distraction gave him the advantage, and Lashley still failed! For him to stand out here and condemn the God King for his own failure is absolutely pathetic!"
But nobody was more entirely furious at the promo than JBL. The loyal defender of the golden empire completely lost his mind, aggressively slamming his hands down onto the commentary desk.
"How dare you?!" JBL roared, entirely removing his headset and screaming directly at the ring, entirely furious at Lashley for saying those words. "How absolutely dare you disrespect the God King! Sandro Zhang paid you millions of dollars! He gave you the biggest contract in the history of the WWE possibly, and you failed him! You failed to protect his empire, and now you have the absolute gall to stand in his ring and blame him for your own inadequacies?! You are an absolute disgrace to the business, Bobby!"
Inside the ring, the twenty thousand fans in attendance entirely agreed with the commentators. A massive, deafening wave of aggressive, heavy boos entirely washed over the squared circle. The fans absolutely despised Sandro Zhang, but they despised a delusional hypocrite even more.
Lashley heard the boos, and he heard the faint screaming of JBL from the ringside desk. The Dominator violently snapped his head toward the crowd, his eyes entirely wide with absolute, unhinged fury.
"SHUT UP!" Lashley roared into the microphone, his voice echoing with such terrifying intensity that the front rows actively leaned backward in their seats. "Every single one of you, shut your mouths!"
Lashley turned his attention entirely back to the hard camera, completely ignoring the sheer vitriol raining down upon him.
"I am entirely done playing these corporate games," Lashley declared, his voice dropping into a cold, entirely lethal register. "So I am saying this directly to you, Sandro. I know you're sitting in your penthouse right now, icing your bruised ribs because you couldn't beat a giant. You listen to me very carefully. You can entirely consider this my official resignation warning."
The crowd let out a massive, highly intrigued "Oooooh!"
"If you do not wire the rest of my money, and if you do not hand me the World Heavyweight Championship contract that I demanded by next week..." Lashley threatened, his voice dripping with pure, homicidal intent, "I am completely done taking your orders."
Lashley looked down at the unconscious bodies surrounding him in the ring.
"You scurried off tonight to whatever unknown place you're hiding in," Lashley sneered, entirely disgusted by the God King's absence. "You abandoned your locker room. You abandoned your empire. But I am not running anywhere. I am going to stay right here on Monday Night RAW. And I am going to take care of Brock Lesnar, and I am going to take care of Drew McIntyre."
Lashley aggressively pointed to his own massive chest.
"But I am absolutely not doing it for you anymore, Sandro," Lashley stated with absolute, terrifying finality. "I am doing it entirely for my own interests. I am going into business for myself. And when I am entirely finished dismantling the Beast and the Psychopath... I am coming directly for your gold."
Bobby Lashley stared absolute daggers into the camera lens for three agonizingly tense seconds. Without breaking eye contact, he violently opened his massive hand and entirely dropped the microphone completely onto the canvas.
THUD.
The heavy, dominant, incredibly intimidating brass horns of Lashley's entrance music immediately hit the stadium sound system, while the Dominator didn't look back.
He entirely stepped over the unconscious body of the Beast Incarnate, completely slid under the bottom rope, and confidently marched entirely up the entrance ramp, leaving absolute destruction in his wake.
The camera lingered entirely on the chaotic wreckage in the ring, holding on the image of three massive titans completely laid out on the canvas. As Lashley disappeared behind the curtain, the broadcast copyright graphic flashed onto the screen, and Monday Night RAW slowly, entirely faded to black.
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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