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He was flanked by Paul Heyman, who carried a smug, vindictive smile, completely confident in the destruction his client was about to unleash. Lesnar wore his signature MMA style fight shorts and taped gloves. He didn't bounce to the music, his eyes were locked onto the ring with a predatory, dead eyed focus. Lesnar paced around the squared circle, waiting patiently in his corner as Heyman stood safely on the outside, gripping the ring apron.
A heavy, menacing brass beat hit the sound system next.
Bobby Lashley stepped onto the stage, a scowl carved deeply into his features. The Dominator looked like a man forged from steel, his massive muscles flexing with every step.
He had abandoned his traditional wrestling boots for heavy combat sneakers, fully prepared for a lawless street fight. He ignored the mixed reaction from the crowd, marching down the ramp with a singular, violent purpose.
Before Lashley could even step through the ropes, the tension boiled over.
The referee stepped between the two ropes, putting his hands up, desperately trying to keep the two behemoths separated so he could officially call for the bell.
"Back up! Both of you, back up, or I won't start this match!" the official warned.
Lesnar and Lashley looked at the referee, then looked at each other. Without a word of communication, they both reached out, grabbed the official by his shirt, and violently shoved him aside. The referee tumbled through the ropes, crashing to the outside floor.
The crowd roared as Lesnar and Lashley collided in the center of the ring.
They didn't grapple, they just started throwing heavy, bare knuckle bombs at each other's heads. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the arena. Lashley backed Lesnar into the ropes with a flurry of stiff rights, but Lesnar absorbed the blows, grabbed Lashley by the back of the neck, and threw a devastating knee strike straight into the Dominator's ribs.
The official, recovering on the outside floor, signaled to the timekeeper from his knees.
DING! DING! DING!
The Unsanctioned Match had officially begun, but it already felt like a warzone.
Lesnar followed up the knee strike by wrapping his massive arms around Lashley's waist, looking for an early German Suplex. But Lashley, relying on his own elite amateur wrestling background, dropped his center of gravity, hooked Lesnar's leg, and executed a beautiful double leg takedown.
Lashley landed on top, raining down heavy, MMA style ground and pound strikes. Lesnar covered his face, using his hips to buck Lashley off, creating a scramble on the mat that looked more like an Octagon fight than a wrestling match.
"Look at the sheer intensity!" Cole yelled over the noise. "This isn't sports entertainment, this is a legitimate heavyweight prize fight!"
"Brock Lesnar is in his element, but Bobby Lashley is answering him blow for blow!" Lawler agreed, fully supporting the Beast. "Take him out, Brock! Show this mercenary why you are the apex predator!"
JBL shook his head in disgust. "They are both despicable! Lashley is a traitor who abandoned his post, and Lesnar is a hired gun who let his slimy walrus of an Advocate poison his mind against the God King! I hope they beat each other so badly that neither of them can walk out of Seattle!"
Lesnar pushed himself up, but Lashley was relentless. The Dominator charged forward, burying his shoulder into Lesnar's midsection and driving the Beast into the corner turnbuckle. Lashley delivered several sharp shoulder thrusts, trying to knock the wind out of Lesnar.
But you can only corner a Beast for so long.
As Lashley wound up for a punch, Lesnar ducked, stepped behind his opponent, and locked his hands around Lashley's waist. With a terrifying burst of raw power, Lesnar ripped the 270 pound man off his feet and launched him backward with a soaring German Suplex!
Lashley landed hard on his neck, but the adrenaline was flowing too heavily to keep him down. He popped right back to his feet, turning around just in time to see Lesnar charging at him.
Lashley dropped his shoulder and exploded forward with a violent Spear!
The collision drove Lesnar into the canvas with incredible force. The crowd gasped at the sudden momentum swing. Lashley didn't go for a pin, he knew it was too early. Instead, he grabbed Lesnar by the throat, dragged him toward the ropes, and tossed him over the top, sending the Beast crashing to the ringside floor.
"Lashley is taking the fight to the outside!" Cole shouted. "And remember, there are no rules out there!"
Lashley followed him out, stalking Lesnar near the commentary desk. He grabbed Lesnar by the head, aiming to smash his skull into the steel ring steps. But Lesnar reversed the grip, driving a heavy elbow into Lashley's jaw. Lesnar grabbed the Dominator by his combat vest and hurled him spine first into the steel barricade.
The metal bent under the impact. The fans in the front row scattered as Lesnar closed the distance. The Beast delivered a series of punishing body shots, backing Lashley against the railing.
Paul Heyman was barking orders from a safe distance. "Punish him, Brock! Break his ribs! Show him who the real Dominator is!"
Lesnar looked around the ringside area, his eyes locking onto the heavy steel ring steps. He walked over, easily lifting the top half of the solid steel stairs, and carried them toward Lashley.
Lashley saw the weapon coming. As Lesnar swung the steel block at his head, Lashley ducked underneath, kicked Lesnar in the gut, and delivered a brutal European uppercut that forced Lesnar to drop the steps with a loud clatter.
Lashley grabbed Lesnar, hooking his arms, and delivered an incredible overhead Belly to Belly suplex right there on the thin ringside mats!
"Good god!" Lawler yelled. "He just threw a nearly three hundred pound man over his head on the concrete!"
Lashley wasn't finished. He reached under the ring apron and pulled out a steel folding chair. He slid back into the ring, waiting for Lesnar to recover. As the Beast slowly rolled under the bottom rope and pushed himself to his knees, Lashley swung the chair, cracking it viciously across Lesnar's broad back.
SMACK!
Lesnar grunted, dropping to his hands, but he didn't stay down. Lashley swung again.
SMACK!
This time, Lesnar caught the chair with his bare hand. The crowd gasped as the Beast simply ripped the steel weapon away from Lashley, tossing it aside as if it were a toy. Lesnar stood up, his eyes wide and wild, ignoring the red welts forming on his back.
Lashley threw a punch, but Lesnar ducked it, grabbed Lashley by the waist, and hit a second German Suplex. Lesnar kept his hands locked. He dragged Lashley up and hit a third German. He kept the lock, roaring in anger, and hit a fourth.
"Welcome to Suplex City!" Cole yelled as the crowd counted along.
Lesnar stalked around the ring, watching Lashley struggle to his feet. Lesnar charged, looking for a clothesline, but Lashley caught him. Utilizing his incredible core strength, Lashley lifted Lesnar into the air, spun him around, and planted him into the canvas with a devastating Spinebuster directly onto the discarded steel chair!
"What a counter!" Lawler shrieked. "Lashley just broke Lesnar's back on that steel!"
Lashley hooked the leg, the first pinfall attempt of the match.
One!
Two!
Lesnar kicked out forcefully, sending Lashley tumbling away.
"This is a war of attrition," Cole stated, his voice full of awe. "Both of these men are absorbing an inhuman amount of punishment."
"They deserve it!" JBL sneered. "I hope they bleed each other dry! Neither of them is fit to carry the God King's luggage, let alone steal his spotlight!"
The match dragged into deep, punishing waters. Both men were battered, their breathing heavy, their bodies covered in sweat and red welts. They traded heavy blows in the center of the ring, neither willing to take a step back.
Lesnar managed to duck a wild swing from Lashley, grabbing the Dominator's arm. With terrifying speed, Lesnar twisted his body, wrapped his legs around Lashley's torso, and locked in the dreaded Kimura Lock.
The crowd buzzed loudly as Lesnar applied torque to the shoulder joint, trying to snap Lashley's arm.
Paul Heyman screamed from the outside, "Break his arm, Brock! Snap it! Make him tap out!"
Lashley was in agony, dropping to one knee, but he refused to surrender. Relying on his raw power, Lashley planted his feet on the mat. With a terrifying roar of exertion, Lashley deadlifted Brock Lesnar right off the ground, holding the Beast in the air while still trapped in the submission hold, and violently slammed Lesnar down with a running powerslam to break the grip!
"Incredible!" Cole yelled. "The raw strength of Bobby Lashley to break the Kimura!"
Both men lay on the mat, completely exhausted. The referee checked on them, but neither man signaled to stop.
Slowly, they crawled to opposite corners. Lesnar pulled himself up, his eyes locked on Lashley. The Beast let out a primal scream, ready to finish it. He charged across the ring.
Lashley saw him coming. The Dominator slipped out of the corner, wrapping his arms around Lesnar's waist, and lifted the Beast up for a delayed vertical suplex. The crowd counted to ten as Lashley held the massive Lesnar upside down in the air, before dropping him down hard.
Lashley immediately stalked the corner, setting up for the Spear. He was ready to put the nail in the coffin.
As Lesnar staggered to his feet, turning around, Lashley exploded forward.
But Lesnar was waiting for it. The Beast sidestepped the Spear at the last fraction of a second. Lashley crashed shoulder first into the ring post, the impact rattling the turnbuckles. Lashley stumbled backward, completely dazed.
Lesnar grabbed him, hoisted the massive Dominator up onto his shoulders, and spun him through the air, delivering a thunderous F-5 right in the middle of the ring!
The KeyArena shook. Lesnar collapsed onto Lashley's chest, hooking the leg as Heyman cheered wildly on the outside.
The referee slid into position.
One!
Two!
The referee's hand hovered over the mat, the entire arena holding its collective breath, waiting to see if this violent, unsanctioned war had finally reached its ultimate conclusion.
His palm slammed down against the blood-stained canvas for the third time.
"THRE—NO!"
At the absolute last possible millisecond, Bobby Lashley's eyes snapped open. With a desperate, explosive surge of adrenaline, the Dominator violently thrust his massive shoulder off the mat. The sheer power of the kickout shoved Brock Lesnar off his chest, sending the Beast rolling backward toward the ropes.
The Seattle crowd let out a deafening roar of disbelief!
"He kicked out!" Michael Cole screamed, his voice cracking from the sheer strain. "Bobby Lashley just survived the F-5! I do not believe what I am seeing! How is the Dominator still breathing?!"
"That is pure, unadulterated survival instinct, Michael!" Jerry Lawler yelled, clutching the edge of the broadcast desk. "Lashley knows that his career, his pride, and his bank account are all on the line here! He refuses to let the Beast put him down!"
At the end of the table, JBL slammed his fist against his monitor. "Why won't they both just stay down?! This is a sickening display! Lashley is a treasonous mercenary who turned his back on the God King for a paycheck he couldn't even earn! And Lesnar? Lesnar is nothing but a blunt instrument of destruction, wielded by that slimy, manipulative walrus Paul Heyman, who bit the hand that fed him millions! Sandro Zhang is the rightful ruler of this universe, and these two are just tearing up his kingdom!"
On the outside of the ring, Paul Heyman was having a complete meltdown. The Advocate gripped the top rope, his face turning a shade of deep purple. "He kicked out, Brock! Put him away! Break his neck! Finish him right now!" Heyman shrieked, his voice echoing over the ringside microphones.
Brock Lesnar pushed himself up to a seated position. His chest heaved as he stared at Lashley, who was gasping for air on the mat. Lesnar didn't look shocked, he looked deeply, dangerously annoyed. The Beast Incarnate slowly climbed to his feet, a dark, predatory scowl twisting his features.
If one F-5 wasn't going to end the fight, Lesnar was perfectly willing to dismantle Lashley piece by piece.
Lesnar grabbed Lashley by the throat and hauled the 270 pound powerhouse to his feet. Instead of aiming for another wrestling maneuver, Lesnar simply threw Lashley through the middle ropes with ruthless force. Lashley crashed heavily onto the ringside floor, his body thudding sickeningly against the thin protective mats.
The Beast rolled out after him. He didn't rush. He stalked his prey, his eyes scanning the chaotic ringside area for a weapon. He found it near the timekeeper's area.
"Lesnar has a steel chair!" Cole warned as the Beast picked up the dented weapon from their earlier exchange. "And in an Unsanctioned Match, anything goes!"
Lesnar swung the heavy steel chair like a baseball bat, aiming directly for Lashley's ribs. CRACK! Lashley let out a guttural yell, falling to his knees.
Lesnar didn't stop. He raised the chair high above his head and brought it crashing down across Lashley's broad back. CRACK! And again. CRACK!
"Punish him!" JBL yelled, pointing at the carnage. "Beat the treason right out of him! Show him what happens when you abandon your post!"
Lesnar threw the twisted, ruined steel chair aside. He grabbed Lashley by the combat vest, hauling him up, and viciously slammed the Dominator's skull into the top of the barricade. The impact staggered Lashley, leaving him wobbling on his feet.
But Lesnar wanted to inflict maximum suffering. He grabbed Lashley around the waist, let out a terrifying roar, and launched him over the barricade with a massive belly to belly suplex!
Lashley flew through the air, crashing hard onto the concrete floor in the front row. The fans scattered in pure terror as the fight officially spilled into the WWE Universe!
"They are in the crowd!" Lawler shouted. "Security, get those people out of the way! These two monsters are going to destroy the entire building!"
Lesnar hopped over the barricade, landing heavily on the concrete. He grabbed Lashley by the neck, dragging him up the steep concrete stairs of the arena aisle. Fans pulled out their phones, scrambling over seats to get a glimpse of the absolute carnage, capturing the raw brutality from inches away.
Lashley tried to fight back, throwing a heavy right hand that caught Lesnar flush on the jaw. The Beast barely flinched. Lesnar answered with a devastating knee strike to the gut, doubling the mercenary over. Lesnar then grabbed a full, plastic trash can from the concourse aisle and smashed it directly over Lashley's head!
Garbage, ice, and discarded food rained down over the Dominator.
"This is a bar fight! A straight up, lawless street brawl!" Cole cried out.
Lashley stumbled backward, his vision blurred, his back hitting a heavy steel production crate near the technical area. Lesnar charged forward like a rhinoceros, looking to crush Lashley against the steel.
But Lashley's combat instincts flared. At the very last second, the Dominator sidestepped the charge. Lesnar crashed shoulder first into the unyielding steel crate, the sickening sound of the impact echoing loudly.
Lashley seized the opening. Operating on pure, desperate adrenaline, the mercenary grabbed Lesnar around the waist from behind. With a terrifying display of raw power, Lashley deadlifted the nearly 300 pound Beast and launched him onto the hard concrete with an earth shattering German Suplex of his own!
"Oh my god!" Lawler screamed, jumping out of his seat. "Lashley just suplexed Brock Lesnar on the concrete concourse! He might have broken the Beast's neck!"
The Seattle crowd erupted into a chaotic chant of "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Both men lay groaning on the hard arena floor, surrounded by a sea of screaming fans. The referee couldn't count them out. He could only follow them, watching the violence unfold helplessly.
Lashley was the first to move. He grabbed the edge of a nearby railing, pulling his battered body up. He looked down at Lesnar, spitting a mixture of sweat and blood onto the floor. The mercenary wasn't running; he was hunting.
Lashley dragged Lesnar up by his taped gloves, forcing the Beast back down the stairs toward the ringside area. With every step down the aisle, Lashley delivered a punishing headbutt. By the time they reached the barricade, Lesnar was staggering, his eyes glazed over. Lashley grabbed Lesnar by the throat and threw him over the barricade, sending the Beast crashing back to the ringside floor.
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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 (1st - 376 days), 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