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Hearing AJ Lee's scream, Bobby Lashley violently spun around. The Dominator's eyes went wide as he realized the threat had entirely flanked them. Lashley raised his massive fists, prepared to strike. But he was entirely too late. Drew McIntyre was already moving at full velocity. The Scottish Psychopath launched his massive 260 pound frame into the air, extending his heavy wrestling boot!
BAM!
The Claymore Kick connected flush, absolutely dead center with Bobby Lashley's jaw!
The sheer, catastrophic impact of the kick was breathtaking! The Dominator, a man who had seemed completely unstoppable for the entire week after his return, was violently turned inside out!
Lashley's eyes rolled back into his head, and he crashed onto the canvas like a felled redwood tree, completely and utterly unconscious!
"CLAYMORE! CLAYMORE! CLAYMORE!" Lawler screamed hysterically! "LASHLEY IS DOWN! THE DOMINATOR IS UNCONSCIOUS!"
The sudden, violent noise right behind him caused Sandro to violently whip around.
The God King turned, expecting to see his impenetrable insurance policy standing tall. Instead, he saw Bobby Lashley laid out on the mat, and standing directly in front of him, breathing heavily through his nose like a raging bull, was the Scottish Psychopath.
Sandro's sociopathic arrogance entirely, fundamentally evaporated. The blood completely drained from his bruised face. The billionaire prodigy looked up at the massive Scotsman, his eyes wide with pure, unadulterated, mortal terror. He opened his mouth, desperately trying to beg, desperately trying to negotiate.
But Drew McIntyre didn't want to talk.
McIntyre reached out, his massive, taped hands violently grabbing Sandro Zhang by the lapels of his incredibly expensive, customtailored crimson suit. McIntyre hauled the God King entirely forward, lifting him onto his tiptoes, and delivered a catastrophic, skull cracking Glasgow Kiss headbutt directly to the bridge of Sandro's nose!
CRACK!
The sickening sound of cartilage breaking echoed through the ringside microphones!
Sandro let out a garbled, agonizing shriek of pain as blood instantly exploded from his nose!
His knees buckled, and the Triple Crown Champion collapsed onto the canvas, clutching his face, entirely stripped of his corporate dignity.
The crowd was absolutely deafening!
They were screaming, jumping, and hugging each other in the aisles!
The empire was actively being dismantled before their very eyes!
But the Scottish Psychopath was not finished. He had promised to beat Sandro Zhang into a pulp, and he was a man of his word.
McIntyre let out a primal roar, dropping down to his knees, completely mounting the fallen God King!
McIntyre raised his massive right fist and began to rain down heavy, incredibly stiff, completely unprotected punches directly into Sandro Zhang's bruised and battered face!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Sandro weakly tried to raise his arms to block the assault, but McIntyre casually swatted them away, continuing to ruthlessly pummel the billionaire prodigy into the canvas!
The three Queens screamed in absolute horror, entirely trapped in the corner, unable to save their boyfriend from the absolute execution taking place in the center of the ring!
"McIntyre is destroying the God King!" Cole yelled, his voice completely raw! "He is absolutely bludgeoning Sandro Zhang! The tyrant is getting exactly what he deserves!"
"He is going to kill him!" JBL panicked, desperately clutching his headset! "Somebody stop this! Get the police! Get the military! Drew McIntyre has completely lost his mind!"
The camera frantically cut back and forth between the two arenas of absolute, unparalleled carnage.
Inside the ring, Drew McIntyre was a blur of pure, Scottish violence, mercilessly beating the Triple Crown Champion into an unrecognizable pulp, entirely neutralizing the man who had psychologically tortured him for a year.
And on the outside of the ring, Brock Lesnar was standing amidst a sea of completely broken bodies. Wade Barrett, Big E, Kofi, Ryback, and Ziggler were all laid out on the steel ramp.
The Beast grabbed Xavier Woods, effortlessly hoisting him onto his massive shoulders, and delivered a devastating F-5 directly through the Spanish announce table, completely obliterating the wooden structure into a million splinters!
"Absolute, unmitigated carnage!" Cole screamed as the broadcast copyright graphic frantically flashed onto the screen. "Brock Lesnar is destroying the Undisputed System on the floor! Drew McIntyre is destroying the God King in the ring! The golden empire is officially, violently burning to the ground!"
Inside the squared circle, Drew's massive right fist came down again, and again, and again. The sickening thuds of bone striking bone echoed relentlessly over the stadium sound system as the Scottish Psychopath unleashed an entire year of repressed corporate subjugation directly onto Sandro's face.
The Triple Crown Champion's pristine, custom tailored crimson suit was completely ruined, stained with his own blood as he lay trapped underneath the sheer, overwhelming mass of his former enforcer.
But McIntyre, entirely consumed by the blinding red haze of his own Scottish fury, had made a critical, highly dangerous miscalculation.
He had forgotten about the monster he had just kicked in the jaw.
Bobby Lashley was not a normal human being. The Dominator possessed an otherworldly, terrifyingly resilient biology. While the Claymore Kick would have undoubtedly sent a normal heavyweight directly to the local medical facility, Lashley was a crossover MMA juggernaut with a chin carved from solid granite.
Slowly, agonizingly, the massive powerhouse began to stir on the canvas.
"Look behind you, Drew!" Lawler screamed into his headset, frantically waving his arms at the monitor. "Lashley is moving! The Dominator is waking up!"
Lashley pushed himself up to a vertical base, his dark eyes momentarily glazed over before suddenly snapping into razor sharp focus. He saw McIntyre mounted on top of his incredibly wealthy employer, violently raining down blows. Lashley didn't roar. He didn't issue a warning. He simply lunged forward like a coiled viper.
Lashley reached down, wrapping his massive, tree trunk arms completely around Drew McIntyre's waist. With a terrifying display of raw, unmitigated power, The Dominator physically ripped the 260 pound Scotsman directly off of Sandro Zhang!
McIntyre let out a roar of surprise as he was violently hurled backward, crashing into the turnbuckles. Before McIntyre could even regain his footing, Lashley was on him.
The Dominator launched a catastrophic, blindingly fast beatdown on the Scottish warrior. Lashley threw heavy, looping right hands, driving his massive fists deep into McIntyre's ribs and jaw. He followed it up with a vicious series of shoulder thrusts directly into the midsection, actively trying to crack the Scotsman's spine against the ring post.
"Lashley is earning every single penny of that Nexum Core contract!" JBL roared, his absolute panic instantly morphing back into arrogant jubilation. "He is an absolute machine! He took a Claymore to the jaw and he is already back to completely neutralizing the traitor!"
But McIntyre refused to stay down. The mutiny was not going to be suppressed so easily. As Lashley reared back for a massive clothesline, McIntyre ducked underneath it, rebounding violently off the ropes, and connected with a devastating, leaping lariat of his own!
The two massive heavyweights collided in the center of the ring, immediately locking into a brutal, completely unhinged exchange of closed fists. It was a terrifying bar fight in the middle of Monday Night RAW.
Smack! Thud! Smack!
The crowd cheered wildly with every single punch McIntyre landed, and vehemently booed every heavy strike Lashley returned.
While the heavyweight war raged inside the yellow ropes, the absolute, unmitigated carnage on the ringside floor was violently escalating to a terrifying new level.
Brock Lesnar, having just F-5'd Xavier Woods straight through the Spanish announce table, turned his blood red, homicidal gaze toward the rest of the fallen Undisputed System boys. The Beast Incarnate was vibrating with pure, unadulterated rage.
He hadn't forgotten the humiliating, rib cracking Spear he had absorbed from Bobby Lashley on the entrance stage last week, and he was taking all of that venom out on Sandro Zhang's broken hounds.
Wade Barrett was the first to stagger up to his knees, clutching his jaw. Lesnar didn't even break his stride. The Beast sprinted forward, grabbing the English brawler by his waist and his throat. With terrifying, effortless speed, Lesnar hoisted Barrett onto his massive shoulders.
F-5!
Barrett was driven face first into the unforgiving ringside mats with sickening velocity!
Big E, the three hundred pound powerhouse, tried to charge Lesnar from behind. The Beast simply sidestepped the attack, entirely redirecting Big E's momentum. Lesnar caught Big E, hoisting the massive man into the air as if he were absolutely weightless.
F-5!
Big E crashed violently onto the steel grating of the entrance ramp!
"He is a one man wrecking crew!" Michael Cole shrieked, completely losing his mind at the sheer speed and devastation of Lesnar's assault. "Brock Lesnar is systematically executing the entire Undisputed System! It is an absolute massacre!"
Ryback stumbled forward, his eyes wide with terror, attempting a desperate haymaker. Lesnar swatted the punch away, kicked the massive enforcer in the gut, and threw him onto his shoulders in one fluid motion.
F-5!
Ryback was planted entirely across the barricade, his spine bending in a sickening display of physical trauma!
Kofi Kingston tried to utilize his speed, leaping off the steel ring steps to hit a flying cross body. Lesnar casually caught Kofi completely out of mid air, entirely absorbing the impact, and immediately spun him around.
F-5!
Kofi Kingston was driven straight into the concrete floor!
And finally, Dolph Ziggler, who was frantically trying to crawl away from the carnage, was violently dragged back by his ankles. Lesnar pulled the Showoff up, hoisted him high into the Georgetown sky, and delivered a fifth, utterly catastrophic F-5, sending Ziggler crashing into the wreckage of the destroyed announce desk!
"Five F-5s in the span of sixty seconds!" Lawler gasped, his voice trembling with sheer awe. "He just completely obliterated over a thousand pounds of human muscle in less than a minute! The Beast is unstoppable!"
Lesnar stood amidst the sea of broken, unconscious bodies. His chest heaved, his heavy combat gloves dripping with sweat. He looked at the absolute devastation he had caused, but his dark, predatory eyes immediately snapped toward the squared circle.
He saw Bobby Lashley. He saw the man who had speared him last week, currently trading heavy blows with Drew McIntyre.
Brock Lesnar let out a deafening, terrifying roar that completely overpowered the crowd noise. The Beast slid under the bottom rope, entering the ring like a starving lion entering a cage full of fresh meat.
Inside the ring, Bobby Lashley had just managed to back McIntyre into the corner, delivering a brutal knee to the Scotsman's gut. But as The Dominator turned around, he completely froze.
Standing dead center in the ring, staring a hole straight through his soul, was the Beast Incarnate.
The fans in the Tingley Coliseum entirely lost their minds! A massive, sustained chant of "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" echoed through the rafters.
Lashley immediately dropped his guard on McIntyre, entirely shifting his focus to the ultimate threat. The Dominator raised his fists, prepared to go to war with the man he had been paid millions of dollars to destroy.
But Lashley had made a critical error in his threat assessment. He was no longer dealing with a one on one scenario.
Drew McIntyre, clutching his bruised ribs, slowly stepped out of the corner. The Scottish Psychopath looked at Brock Lesnar. Lesnar slightly turned his massive head, looking at McIntyre.
For a single, fleeting second, an unspoken, incredibly violent alliance was forged between the two massive apex predators. They both hated Sandro Zhang, and they both completely, utterly despised the mercenary standing between them and the God King.
"Look at this!" Cole yelled, entirely coming out of his chair! "The Beast and the Psychopath are on the exact same page! Lashley is completely surrounded!"
Without a single word, Lesnar and McIntyre charged The Dominator at the exact same time!
It was an absolute, terrifying two on one beatdown. Lashley threw a desperate right hand at Lesnar, but Lesnar ducked it and drove a massive shoulder block into Lashley's midsection!
Simultaneously, McIntyre delivered a brutal, skull rattling European uppercut directly to Lashley's jaw!
The crowd roared with every single coordinated strike!
Lesnar grabbed Lashley by the waist, executing a devastating German Suplex!
As soon as Lashley crashed to the mat, McIntyre bounced off the ropes, delivering a vicious running knee drop directly to Lashley's forehead!
"They are tearing The Dominator apart!" Lawler cheered wildly. "Sandro's million-dollar insurance policy just got completely canceled by a joint effort!"
Lashley, overwhelmed by the sheer, unmitigated power of two simultaneous heavyweight juggernauts, was violently beaten down to his hands and knees. Lesnar grabbed Lashley by the back of his athletic shirt and violently tossed the 270 pound powerhouse entirely through the middle ropes!
Lashley crashed heavily onto the ringside floor, entirely neutralized and removed from the equation.
With the mercenary officially discarded, the atmosphere in the ring violently, fundamentally shifted once again.
Drew McIntyre slowly turned around.
Brock Lesnar slowly turned around.
The two massive, terrifying titans stood dead center in the ring, staring completely through one another. The temporary alliance was instantly dissolved, replaced by pure, alpha male hostility.
The Georgetown arena exploded into a deafening, chaotic frenzy!
The fans had been begging for this exact confrontation!
"Oh boy..." Cole whispered into the microphone, the gravity of the moment settling in. "The Dominator is gone. The Undisputed System is destroyed. It is just Drew McIntyre and Brock Lesnar standing in the center of the ring!"
Neither man backed down. McIntyre sneered, entirely refusing to be intimidated by the Beast's aura. Lesnar let out a dark, sociopathic smirk, practically inviting the violence.
McIntyre made the first move. The Scotsman threw a massive, heavy right hand directly into Lesnar's jaw!
YAY! the crowd chanted!
Lesnar absorbed the blow, his head snapping back, before returning fire with a catastrophic right hook of his own!
BOO! the crowd countered!
They entirely locked into a classic, heavyweight slugfest! Lefts and rights flew at blinding speed. McIntyre drove his knee into Lesnar's gut, Lesnar responded with a brutal forearm shiver to the side of McIntyre's neck.
The sheer concussive impact of their strikes echoed like gunshots through the arena. The fans were completely unglued, standing on their chairs, cheering for the absolute spectacle of two massive behemoths trying to tear each other's heads off!
The fans, the commentators, and the two monsters in the ring were so entirely, completely captivated by the heavyweight war that they failed to notice the snake slithering in the grass.
In the far corner of the ring, lying perfectly still in a pool of his own blood, Sandro Zhang was slowly beginning to stir. The Triple Crown Champion's face was an absolute mess. His nose was visibly broken, leaking a steady stream of dark crimson down his chin, thoroughly ruining the collar of his expensive dress shirt.
His custom crimson suit was torn and stained. But the God King was not dead. And his sociopathic, manipulative brain was operating at a thousand miles a minute.
Sandro slowly pushed himself up to his hands and knees, entirely avoiding the line of sight of Lesnar and McIntyre, who were still violently trading blows in the center of the ring.
Sandro looked through the ropes. Standing on the ringside floor, looking absolutely terrified, were AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss.
Sandro locked eyes with Alexa. His bruised, bloody face twisted into a look of absolute, desperate command. He frantically gestured with his hand toward the floor, pointing a trembling finger at the massive World Heavyweight Championship that had been discarded near the barricade during the chaos.
Alexa immediately understood. She scrambled over to the barricade, picking up the heavy, solid gold title belt. She rushed to the side of the ring and, with a desperate heave, slid the massive championship completely under the bottom rope directly to her fiancé.
Sandro caught the heavy leather strap. He used the ropes to pull his battered body up to a vertical base. He took a deep, ragged breath, clutching his fractured ribs, entirely gripping the solid gold center plate of the World Heavyweight Championship with both hands like a lethal weapon.
In the center of the ring, Brock Lesnar had just managed to gain the upper hand. The Beast delivered a brutal knee strike to McIntyre's midsection, doubling the Scotsman over.
As Lesnar stood tall, preparing to hoist McIntyre up for an F-5, Sandro Zhang silently, violently struck. The God King swung the massive World Heavyweight Championship with every single ounce of strength left in his battered body!
CRACK!
The heavy gold plate collided entirely flush, dead center with the back of Brock Lesnar's skull!
The sickening sound of metal entirely crushing bone echoed through the Tingley Coliseum! Lesnar's eyes instantly rolled back into his head. The Beast Incarnate, entirely caught off guard and struck in the absolute most vulnerable part of his anatomy, collapsed onto the canvas like a sack of bricks, completely and utterly unconscious!
The crowd let out a massive, horrified gasp!
"NO!" Cole shrieked, completely appalled by the cowardly ambush! "Sandro Zhang just hit Lesnar from behind with the World Heavyweight Championship! It's an absolute mugging!"
Drew McIntyre, hearing the catastrophic impact, immediately stood upright, spinning around to see Lesnar collapse to the mat.
But as McIntyre turned, he entirely exposed himself to the God King's wrath.
Before McIntyre could even raise his hands to defend himself, Sandro Zhang didn't use the title. He didn't throw a punch. Operating on pure, unadulterated desperation and cowardice, Sandro violently launched his expensive dress shoe directly upward, delivering a catastrophic, pinpoint accurate low blow completely between the legs of the Scottish Psychopath!
The entire arena groaned in absolute, unified agony as the devastating illegal strike connected!
McIntyre's eyes went wide, his mouth opening in a silent scream of pure, paralyzing pain. The massive Scotsman immediately crumpled to his knees, clutching his groin, entirely incapacitated by the cheap, cowardly tactic.
The boos raining down from the twenty thousand fans were absolutely deafening. It was a torrential, visceral wave of hatred that practically shook the camera lenses!
"You coward!" Lawler yelled, throwing his hands up in sheer disgust! "He hit Lesnar from behind, and he kicked McIntyre below the belt! He is an absolute disgrace to those championships!"
"He is a tactical genius, King!" JBL bellowed, standing up and applauding the God King's actions. "He used his resources! He neutralized the two biggest threats in the company with absolute surgical precision! This is why Sandro Zhang has been champion for 365 days!"
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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