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Paul Heyman was completely dressed in a pristine, highly expensive dark pinstripe suit and the brace still in his neck. He was entirely lacking his usual, manic, terrified expression. Instead, the Advocate wore a slow, deeply calculated, incredibly sinister smirk completely plastered entirely across his face as he looked completely down the incredibly long entrance ramp, entirely locking his cold, manipulative eyes directly onto the Dominator standing in the ring.
The whole building seemed to stiffen the second people realized it was not Brock Lesnar walking out. It was Paul Heyman, alone, carrying himself with the kind of smug confidence that only made the crowd hate him more.
Bobby Lashley in the ring stared up at him with a look that could have cut steel.
The fans were already booing, but there was still that undercurrent of excitement that always came with Heyman stepping out on his own. Nobody ever trusted him. Nobody ever believed he was there by accident. If Heyman was standing on that stage with a microphone, it meant a trap, a lie, a setup, or all three at once.
Heyman slowly raised the microphone to his lips, allowing the chaotic murmurs of the Las Vegas crowd to entirely wash over him before he finally spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Heyman began, his signature, raspy, inherently slimy voice completely cutting through the tension in the Thomas & Mack Center. "My name is Paul Heyman. And I am the Advocate for the reigning, defending, undisputed apex predator of this entire industry... BROCKKKK LESNARRRRR!"
The crowd completely erupted into a massive, deafening cheer at the mention of the Beast Incarnate. Heyman allowed himself a small, arrogant chuckle before fixing a look of absolute, unmitigated condescension directly at Bobby Lashley.
"Now, Mr. Lashley," Heyman continued, entirely pacing back and forth across the top of the stage, his tone dripping with absolute mockery. "I stood in the back, and I listened to you air your grievances. I listened to you completely rewrite history to protect your own fragile, entirely inflated ego. You stand in that ring and you beat your chest, claiming that you had Brock Lesnar entirely defeated last week. It's like you claim that you had the momentum in the palm of your hand."
Heyman stopped pacing, leaning heavily on the microphone, his eyes completely narrowing.
"But let us deal in absolute, undeniable facts, shall we?" Heyman sneered. "What you did last week on Monday Night RAW wasn't dominance, Bobby. It was entirely pure god send luck. You were an opportunistic scavenger! You waited entirely in the shadows until my client, the Beast, had already completely laid waste to the Scottish Psychopath and the World's Largest Athlete. You waited until Brock Lesnar had already expended his energy delivering multiple German Suplexes and F-5s, and only then did you slither into the ring to deliver a Spear to a distracted man. That doesn't make you a Dominator. That makes you a coward!"
The Las Vegas crowd let out a massive, collective "Ooooooh!" entirely loving the verbal absolute dismantling that Heyman was administering.
"And furthermore," Heyman barked, his voice rising in sheer, aggressive volume. "You have the absolute audacity to blame the God King for your failure at Extreme Rules! Let me remind you of the facts! At Extreme Rules, when the situation was an absolute, undisputed one on one fight, Brock Lesnar beat you fair and square in the dead center of the ring! And he did it even after the slimy, cowardly God King, who is currently hiding out in god knows where because he is absolutely terrified of the consequences of his actions, put me through the Spanish announce table!"
Heyman aggressively tapped the thick medical brace around his neck.
"Sandro Zhang completely distracted the Beast! He gave you the absolute perfect opportunity!" Heyman shrieked, his face turning red. "You had every single possible advantage handed to you on a silver platter because of that table spot, and you still couldn't beat Brock Lesnar! You couldn't get the job done! You are entirely inferior to the Beast!"
The fans hearing the unfiltered truth immediately let out massive cheers and loud laughter of complete agreement. Heyman was entirely right, and the crowd completely loved seeing Lashley's hypocritical narrative entirely destroyed on live television.
At the commentary desk, the dynamic entirely, fundamentally shifted in a way the WWE Universe had never seen before.
"I cannot absolutely believe I am saying this," Cole laughed, entirely stunned by the alignment. "But Paul Heyman is absolutely, one hundred percent correct! Bobby Lashley is out here making completely pathetic excuses for his own failure!"
"It's the first time in my life I've ever agreed with the walrus!"
Lawler cheered, clapping his hands. "Lashley got beat, plain and simple!"
"He is an absolute disgrace!" JBL suddenly roared, entirely agreeing with Cole and Lawler for the absolute first time in history since he joined the commentary team. JBL's hatred for Lashley had entirely gone through the roof after the mercenary had formally betrayed Sandro Zhang earlier in the segment. "Lashley took the God King's money, he failed to do his job, and then he stabbed Sandro in the back! He is a traitorous coward, and Paul Heyman is completely exposing him for the fraud that he is!"
Inside the ring, Bobby Lashley was vibrating with absolute pure anger. The veins in his massive neck bulged as he listened to the crowd laughing at him. The Dominator violently snatched the microphone back up from the canvas, his dark eyes burning with pure, unmitigated hatred.
"You better shut your damn mouth, you fat walrus!" Lashley roared into the microphone, his voice echoing with terrifying, violent intent. "You better not speak another word! Because if you utter one more word about me, I am going to march up that ramp, I am going to Spear you completely through that LED Tron video board, and then I am going to throw your broken body through another table right off the edge of that stage!"
Hearing the incredibly vivid violent threat, Paul Heyman stopped laughing.
For a brief, agonizing moment, the sheer reality of Lashley's physical capabilities completely set in. Heyman entirely swallowed his saliva audibly, his hands instinctively reaching up to nervously hold the thick medical brace around his neck. The Advocate knew that Lashley could absolutely follow through on that threat in a matter of seconds.
But then, Heyman slowly lowered his hands, and the dark, sinister smirk completely returned to his face.
"You can stand in that ring and let out all the threats you want, Bobby," Heyman stated, his voice dropping into a cold, entirely lethal register. "But you can't do a damn thing to me. Because there is someone... no... there is some beast standing right behind this curtain who wants to tear you down all over again."
The absolute second those words left Heyman's mouth, the arena lights completely flashed!
SCREEEEEEEEEECH!
The apocalyptic, earth shattering guitar riff of Brock Lesnar's theme music violently hit the stadium speakers once again!
This time, the Beast Incarnate was not a phantom. Brock Lesnar aggressively stormed completely out from behind the heavy black curtains!
The Las Vegas crowd fundamentally exploded into an absolute, deafening roar of pure, unadulterated cheers!
Lesnar didn't pause for a signature pose. He didn't bounce on his toes. He completely ignored Paul Heyman. The Beast Incarnate aggressively, violently sprinted completely down the incredibly long entrance ramp, entirely fueled by pure, homicidal rage!
In the ring, Bobby Lashley completely dropped his microphone, entirely dropping his level, aggressively cracking his massive knuckles as he prepared for absolute warfare.
Lesnar didn't even bother using the steel steps. The Beast completely leaped onto the ring apron and violently launched himself through the middle ropes!
The absolute second Lesnar's boots hit the canvas, the two massive behemoths violently collided in the dead center of the ring!
It was an absolute, unmitigated heavyweight car crash! They didn't tie up; they entirely threw heavy, incredibly stiff, bare knuckle right hands directly at each other's jaws!
The sheer, concussive impact of the strikes echoed like gunshots through the Thomas & Mack Center!
The crowd cheered with every single violent blow!
Lesnar drove a brutal, devastating knee directly into Lashley's midsection, entirely doubling the Dominator over.
The Beast grabbed Lashley by the throat and violently hurled him completely through the middle ropes! Lashley crashed heavily onto the ringside mats, but the mercenary entirely refused to stay down.
Lesnar completely followed him out, entirely rolling under the bottom rope. As Lesnar got to his feet, Lashley violently charged forward, entirely driving his massive shoulder directly into Lesnar's taped ribs!
The sheer force of the tackle drove the Beast Incarnate violently back first into the steel barricade with a catastrophic, sickening crunch!
The fans in the front row completely scrambled backward in sheer terror as the absolute carnage unfolded inches from their faces!
Lesnar roared in pain, but entirely utilized the adrenaline to fight back. He grabbed Lashley entirely by his dark muscle shirt and violently threw the Dominator face first into the solid steel ring post!
CLANG!
"This is completely out of control!" Cole shrieked on commentary, entirely standing up from his chair! "They are entirely tearing each other apart on the outside!"
Lashley staggered backward, entirely dazed, and Lesnar violently grabbed him by the waist, entirely looking to launch him completely over the announce table!
But Lashley entirely threw a heavy backward elbow, catching Lesnar flush in the jaw, entirely breaking the grip!
Lashley turned around and violently scooped Lesnar completely up, aggressively driving the Beast back first into the steel ring apron!
The two men entirely continued to brawl, completely exchanging devastating, heavy blows as they violently rolled back under the bottom rope, entirely re entering the squared circle. They collapsed onto the canvas, entirely trading stiff, MMA style elbows and forearms, entirely trying to completely beat each other into unconsciousness!
Up on the entrance stage, Paul Heyman entirely realized that the violence was completely escalating to a point where his client could suffer severe, long term injury. The Advocate began frantically waving his arms, entirely screaming toward the backstage Gorilla position.
"Get them out here! Send everybody!" Heyman shrieked in absolute panic!
Seconds later, the heavy double doors next to the entrance stage violently burst open!
The entire WWE locker room completely flooded out into the arena! Dozens of superstars, from mid card talents to established main eventers, aggressively sprinted completely down the entrance ramp!
The only men entirely absent from the massive swarm were Wade Barrett, Ryback, and Dolph Ziggler (who were currently recovering from their own backstage slaughter), and Mark Henry and Drew McIntyre, who were preparing for the main event.
The massive sea of superstars completely slid into the ring, entirely swarming the two brawling behemoths!
"The locker room has emptied!" Lawler yelled over the absolute chaos! "It's taking twenty men just to pry these two monsters apart!"
It was absolute, unmitigated pandemonium. R-Truth, Jack Swagger, Santino, Zack Ryder, Kofi Kingston, Big E, Xavier Woods, and a dozen others frantically grabbed arms, legs, and waists, entirely using their collective, massive body weight to violently drag Lesnar and Lashley completely away from each other!
They finally managed to completely separate the two titans, violently pushing Brock Lesnar entirely into the top left corner, while dragging Bobby Lashley completely into the bottom right corner. A massive, entirely thick wall of human flesh completely stood between the two enraged men.
Lesnar was bleeding from the mouth, his chest heavily heaving, letting out terrifying, primal roars as he aggressively tried to completely throw the superstars off of him. Lashley was entirely vibrating with rage, his dark eyes completely locked on the Beast, aggressively shoving Big E and Swagger backward.
Suddenly, entirely fueled by pure adrenaline, Brock Lesnar completely broke free!
The Beast Incarnate violently tossed three superstars completely aside like ragdolls and aggressively launched himself entirely over the human wall, completely tackling Bobby Lashley back down to the canvas!
The crowd absolutely exploded as the brawl completely reignited!
"He broke through!" JBL yelled in sheer shock! "You cannot contain the Beast!"
The locker room entirely swarmed them again, desperately pulling at limbs, violently dragging them completely apart for a second time. This time, the superstars didn't take any chances. A dozen men violently grabbed Brock Lesnar entirely by his arms and waist, completely dragging the thrashing, roaring Beast entirely out of the ring, pulling him aggressively down to the ringside floor.
Paul Heyman frantically ran down the ramp, completely joining his client on the outside.
"Brock! Brock, look at me! Back off!" Heyman screamed, entirely putting his hands up in a desperate plea. "Back off for now! Save it, Brock! I will make another match between the two of you! We will completely destroy him on our own terms! Save it!"
Lesnar continued to completely thrash against the restraining superstars, his eyes entirely burning with hatred, but Heyman's words slowly, entirely broke through the red haze. The Beast let out one final, absolutely terrifying roar of pure frustration before violently violently shoving the superstars away, entirely agreeing to back down for the moment.
Inside the ring, the remaining superstars entirely surrounded Bobby Lashley, completely boxing him into the corner, entirely ensuring the Dominator didn't attempt another strike. Slowly, they completely escorted the heavily breathing, incredibly angry mercenary out of the ring and entirely backed him completely up the entrance ramp, violently forcing him to return to the backstage area.
The entire arena slowly caught its breath, completely exhausted by the sheer adrenaline of the massive, heavyweight brawl.
"Absolute chaos has entirely enveloped Monday Night RAW!" Cole breathed heavily on commentary, entirely adjusting his tie. "Brock Lesnar and Bobby Lashley are entirely on a collision course, and Paul Heyman has just promised us a sanctioned match between the two! I cannot even begin to imagine the absolute destruction they will unleash when the bell finally rings!"
"But right now, Michael, we have to completely shift our focus!" Lawler announced, entirely pivoting the broadcast as the ring was finally cleared of the massive swarm of superstars. "Because we are entirely out of time, and it is officially time for our massive, highly anticipated main event!"
"The stakes are entirely astronomical!" Cole confirmed loudly. "The winner of this next match will officially become the number one contender, and they will go on to face the Big Show for the United States Championship at the Over The Limit Pay Per View!"
The arena completely darkened.
Suddenly, the haunting, incredibly powerful, absolute blood pumping wail of the Scottish war pipes entirely completely hijacked the massive stadium speakers!
The Las Vegas crowd entirely exploded into a massive, deafening roar of pure, absolute adulation!
Stepping out onto the stage, completely entirely locked into a zone of sheer focus, was Drew McIntyre!
The Scottish Psychopath was entirely dressed in his dark tartan wrestling trunks, his heavily taped wrists completely ready for absolute warfare. He aggressively marched entirely down the long entrance ramp, his eyes entirely burning with psychotic homicidal Scottish aggression.
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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