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The sheer brutality of the strikes was sickening. Welts were immediately forming on their massive chests. "They are beating the living hell out of each other!" Lawler yelled over the deafening crowd noise! "This isn't a wrestling match anymore! This is a war of attrition!"
Lashley threw a massive right hook, but Lesnar ducked it. The Beast instantly grabbed Lashley's right arm, violently twisting the limb, and completely dragged The Dominator down to the canvas!
In the blink of an eye, Lesnar had entirely transitioned into his devastating signature submission hold!
"KIMURA LOCK!" Cole shrieked at the top of his lungs! "BROCK LESNAR HAS THE KIMURA LOCK APPLIED DEAD CENTER IN THE RING! HE IS GOING TO SNAP LASHLEY'S ARM IN HALF!"
The arena absolutely exploded!
Lesnar scissored his thick legs entirely around Lashley's torso, utilizing his entire body weight to violently torque Lashley's right arm behind his back!
Lashley screamed in absolute, unfiltered agony! The veins in his neck bulged as the pressure on his shoulder joint reached a catastrophic breaking point!
On the outside, Sandro Zhang's smile entirely vanished. The God King slammed his hand against the ring apron, screaming in sheer panic.
"Don't tap! Break it!" Sandro shrieked, his voice cracking! "Get to the ropes, Bobby! Do not tap out!"
Paul Heyman, on the opposite side, was practically jumping up and down, entirely red in the face.
"BREAK HIS ARM, BROCK!" Heyman screamed! "BREAK IT!"
Lashley was fading fast. He reached out with his free hand, desperately clawing at the canvas, trying to drag his massive frame toward the bottom rope. But Lesnar's grip was like a steel bear trap. The Beast violently wrenched the arm further, attempting to completely separate the shoulder from the socket!
With his arm entirely trapped, and the ropes completely out of reach, Bobby Lashley did the absolute unthinkable.
Operating entirely on pure, unadulterated, superhuman adrenaline, The Dominator slowly planted his boots onto the canvas. With Lesnar still completely attached to his arm, Lashley let out a guttural, terrifying roar that echoed through the stadium microphones!
Lashley began to slowly, incredibly push himself entirely up to a vertical base!
"No way..." Lawler whispered in sheer disbelief. "There is absolutely no way!"
"He is deadlifting him!" Booker T screamed! "Bobby Lashley is completely deadlifting a 280 pound man with one arm!"
The Tampa crowd completely lost their minds as Lashley stood straight up, hoisting Brock Lesnar entirely off the canvas, completely breaking the leverage of the Kimura Lock!
Lashley arched his back and violently slammed Lesnar down into the mat with a catastrophic, one armed sit out powerbomb!
CRASH!
Both massive men lay completely motionless in the center of the ring, their bodies completely exhausted, entirely broken by the sheer, terrifying physicality of the match.
The fans were standing on their feet, chanting "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!" at an absolutely deafening volume.
"I have never seen anything like this in my entire life!" Cole shouted, completely breathless. "This is a collision of gods! They have entirely pushed each other to the absolute limit!"
Slowly, agonizingly, both men began to stir. Lashley pushed himself up to his knees, clutching his incredibly damaged right shoulder. Lesnar staggered up, grabbing his taped ribs, his face a bloody, bruised mess of pure fury.
The St. Pete Times Forum was absolutely unhinged, shaking to its very foundation as the two absolute juggernauts locked eyes from across the squared circle.
The sheer, unadulterated hatred radiating between the Beast Incarnate and the Dominator was palpable. They weren't just fighting for a victory on a Pay Per View, they were fighting for absolute, undisputed alpha male supremacy in the professional wrestling industry.
"Look at the eyes of Brock Lesnar!" Cole shouted over the deafening roars of the Tampa crowd. "He is entirely busted open, he can barely breathe through those taped ribs, but he is looking at Bobby Lashley like a piece of raw meat! The sheer willpower of these two athletes is absolutely superhuman!"
"I'm telling you right now, Cole, this is what you call finding out what a man is truly made of!" Booker T exclaimed, leaning entirely over the broadcast desk. "Lashley's right arm is practically hanging on by a thread after that Kimura Lock, but he refuses to stay down! He knows the God King is watching on the outside! He knows he has to deliver on that contract!"
"Bobby Lashley is the single greatest investment Sandro Zhang has ever made!" JBL bellowed, proudly pointing at the billionaire prodigy standing at ringside. "The God King knew exactly what he was doing! He bought the only man on the planet capable of pushing Brock Lesnar to the absolute brink of human endurance!"
Lesnar let out a guttural, terrifying roar, spitting a mixture of saliva and blood onto the canvas, and violently charged forward. Lashley didn't back down an inch. The Dominator lunged to meet him, and the two massive behemoths collided in the center of the ring in yet another catastrophic exchange of heavy, looping right hands.
Smack! Thud! Crack!
The sounds of bare knuckles connecting with jawbones and sweat drenched flesh echoed loudly through the ringside microphones. Lesnar drove a brutal knee directly into Lashley's midsection, doubling the powerhouse over.
The Beast instantly reached down, grabbing Lashley entirely around his waist. Ignoring the agonizing, searing pain shooting through his own shattered ribs, Lesnar hoisted the 270 pound Dominator completely off the mat, arching his massive back.
BAM!
A devastating, high angle German Suplex sent Lashley crashing sickeningly onto the back of his neck!
The crowd chanted, "ONE!"
But Lesnar didn't release his iron grip. The Beast rolled his hips, entirely dragging Lashley's massive frame back up to a standing position. Lesnar let out another roar, his face turning a deep shade of crimson, and launched Lashley backward a second time!
BAM!
"TWO!" the crowd screamed in unison!
"Welcome back to Suplex City!" Lawler cheered wildly! "Brock Lesnar is entirely ignoring his own physical trauma! He is running purely on adrenaline and vengeance!"
Lesnar rolled his hips a third time, attempting to complete the devastating trifecta of German Suplexes. But Bobby Lashley's survival instinct violently kicked in. The Dominator reached backward with his good left arm, violently wrapping it around Lesnar's head, and executed a desperate, blindingly fast standing switch!
In the blink of an eye, Lashley was now standing behind Lesnar, wrapping his massive, muscular arms entirely around the Beast's waist.
"Lashley countered it!" Cole shrieked! "The Dominator has the waistlock!"
Lashley planted his boots firmly onto the canvas. With a sheer, absolutely horrifying display of superhuman core strength, Lashley deadlifted Brock Lesnar entirely off the mat.
He didn't just throw him backward, Lashley held the 280 pound Beast completely suspended in the air for three agonizing seconds, entirely showcasing his unparalleled power, before violently snapping backward into a catastrophic delayed release German Suplex of his own!
Lesnar was launched across the ring, completely crashing down onto his shoulder and neck!
The Tampa crowd leaped to their feet, letting out a massive ovation for the sheer, undeniable physical spectacle!
Lashley didn't waste a single second. Pushing through the agonizing pain in his right shoulder, the Dominator dragged Lesnar up to his feet. Lashley hoisted the Beast completely onto his massive shoulders, entirely setting him up for his signature.
"He's got him up!" JBL screamed in absolute jubilation! "The Dominator is going to end it right here! The Running Powerslam is coming!"
Lashley took three rapid, heavy steps forward and violently slammed Brock Lesnar back first into the canvas with an earth shattering Running Powerslam!
Lashley immediately hooked Lesnar's massive, tree-trunk leg, hooking it deep as the referee dove to the mat to make the count!
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"TH—NO!"
Lesnar violently kicked out, completely throwing Lashley off his chest with such force that the Dominator tumbled backward into the ropes!
The arena erupted into a sustained roar of pure disbelief!
"He kicked out!" Cole yelled, his voice completely giving out! "Brock Lesnar survived the Running Powerslam! I don't believe what I am seeing! These two men simply will not stay down!"
"That's the Beast, man!" Booker T shouted, clapping his hands together. "You gotta do a whole lot more than that to put Brock Lesnar to sleep!"
On the outside of the ring, Sandro Zhang was entirely losing his mind. The God King, clutching his three massive championships, was pacing frantically like a caged animal. His custom track jacket was drenched in sweat.
His bruised, broken face was twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated panic. He had paid millions of dollars for a guaranteed execution, and his mercenary was actively failing to secure the absolute victory.
Sandro realized that if Lashley fell, the Beast would undoubtedly turn his homicidal attention directly toward the Triple Crown Champion.
Desperation entirely took over.
Sandro Zhang dropped the United States and WWE Championships onto the ringside floor, draped the World Heavyweight Championship entirely over his shoulder, and aggressively leaped up onto the ring apron!
"What the hell is Sandro doing?!" Lawler yelled as the God King grabbed the top rope. "He doesn't belong up there!"
"He's protecting his investment, King!" JBL argued loudly. "Sandro Zhang is the smartest man in the room! He sees the momentum shifting, and he is stepping in to make sure his business deal doesn't fall through!"
Sandro leaned entirely over the top rope, screaming wildly at the referee, aggressively waving his arms to completely draw the official's attention away from the two battered behemoths struggling to their feet in the center of the ring.
The referee immediately abandoned his post, rushing over to the ropes to argue with the billionaire prodigy, demanding that he step down from the apron immediately.
But on the complete opposite side of the ringside floor, the distraction did not go unnoticed.
Paul Heyman, the brilliantly cunning Advocate for the Beast, saw the referee's back entirely turned. Heyman's rat like instincts immediately flared to life. The opportunistic genius knew exactly what needed to be done to secure the victory for his client.
Heyman frantically dropped to his knees, his expensive suit pants scraping against the concrete floor. He reached entirely under the dark, heavy ring apron, furiously digging around in the absolute darkness beneath the squared circle.
A moment later, Heyman pulled his arm out. Clutched in his trembling hands was a massive, incredibly heavy, steel headed sledgehammer.
"Oh my God!" Cole shrieked in absolute terror! "Look at Paul Heyman! The Advocate just pulled a sledgehammer out from under the ring!"
"Heyman is a genius, man!" Booker T laughed, entirely enjoying the chaotic turn of events. "Sandro Zhang thought he was playing chess, but Paul Heyman has been playing this game since before Sandro was even born!"
Heyman scrambled to his feet, rushing to the edge of the ring. He slid the heavy wooden handle of the sledgehammer completely under the bottom rope, directly into the path of Brock Lesnar, who was just beginning to push himself up to his knees.
Lesnar looked down. He saw the weapon. A dark, terrifying, entirely sociopathic smile spread across the bloody face of the Beast.
Lesnar grabbed the sledgehammer.
In the center of the ring, Bobby Lashley had just managed to stagger to his feet, clutching his injured right shoulder. The Dominator turned around, completely unaware of the lethal weapon now residing in the hands of his opponent.
As Lashley turned, Lesnar exploded forward!
The Beast drove the heavy, solid steel head of the sledgehammer directly into Bobby Lashley's exposed midsection with sickening, catastrophic force!
THWACK!
The sound of the blunt force trauma echoed through the arena like a gunshot! Lashley's eyes bugged out of his skull, all the oxygen violently expelled from his massive lungs. The Dominator doubled over in absolute, paralyzing agony.
Lesnar wasn't finished. The Beast ruthlessly brought the sledgehammer up, violently driving the wooden handle directly into the back of Lashley's neck, entirely dropping the powerhouse down to his hands and knees!
"Lesnar is brutalizing Lashley with the sledgehammer!" Cole screamed, entirely appalled but utterly captivated by the violence! "The referee doesn't see a damn thing! Sandro Zhang's own distraction has completely backfired!"
"This is a travesty of justice!" JBL wailed, slamming his hands against the desk in sheer panic! "Heyman handed him a weapon! That is an illegal object! Ring the bell! Disqualify the Beast!"
"There is no referee to see it, John!" Lawler cheered! "Sandro is still arguing on the apron!"
Knowing the referee was about to turn around, Lesnar calculatingly tossed the heavy sledgehammer completely over the top rope, entirely disposing of the evidence. The weapon crashed onto the ringside floor, sliding far out of sight.
Sandro Zhang, finally realizing that the referee wasn't going to back down, sneered and threw his hands up. The God King slowly turned his head to look back into the ring, expecting to see Lashley finishing the job.
Instead, he saw his million dollar mercenary completely laid out on the canvas, gasping for air, while Brock Lesnar stood tall, wiping the blood from his chin with a terrifying smirk.
Sandro's eyes immediately darted to the opposite side of the ring. He saw the sledgehammer lying on the floor.
He saw Paul Heyman standing near the barricade, an incredibly smug, victorious grin plastered across the Advocate's face.
The Triple Crown Champion instantly realized exactly what had just transpired.
Sandro's arrogant demeanor completely and violently shattered. The sheer, unadulterated fury that washed over his bruised face was terrifying. The billionaire prodigy dropped entirely off the ring apron, entirely abandoning his post.
"Sandro is absolutely livid!" Cole yelled as the camera captured the God King's enraged expression. "He knows Paul Heyman just outsmarted him! He knows the Advocate just cost him his massive investment!"
Sandro didn't hesitate. He entirely ignored the match happening in the ring. He marched around the ring post, his eyes entirely locked on the man who had just undermined his entire empire.
Paul Heyman's smug smile vanished in a microsecond. The Advocate's eyes widened in sheer, mortal terror as he saw the bruised, battered, homicidal God King marching directly toward him with pure murder in his eyes.
Heyman immediately turned on his heels and began to frantically sprint away!
"Run, Paul, run!" Lawler laughed hysterically as the completely unathletic Advocate scrambled for his life around the ringside area! "The God King is on the warpath!"
Heyman frantically rounded the ring post, entirely desperate to escape the wrath of the Triple Crown Champion. But Heyman was not an athlete, and Sandro Zhang, despite his shattered nose and bruised ribs, was a world class competitor.
The chase came to an abrupt, violent end directly in front of the commentary desk.
Heyman hit a dead end, bumping heavily into the barricade near the Spanish announce table. He turned around, raising his hands in a frantic, desperate plea for mercy.
"Sandro! Sandro, please! Let's talk business!" Heyman shrieked, his voice cracking with absolute terror. "I'm a businessman! You're a businessman! Let's negotiate!"
"Negotiations are over, you treacherous rat!" Sandro snarled, his voice dripping with pure, unmitigated venom.
Sandro violently grabbed Paul Heyman entirely by his expensive silk tie. Without a single second of hesitation, the God King pulled his right arm back and delivered a catastrophic, closed fist punch directly into Heyman's jaw!
SMACK!
Heyman let out a pathetic wail, his glasses flying completely off his face! Sandro didn't stop. He threw another heavy right hand, entirely bloodying the Advocate's lip, followed by a brutal, incredibly stiff kick directly into Heyman's gut that doubled the older man over in pure agony.
"Sandro is assaulting Heyman!" Cole shrieked, standing up from his chair as the violence spilled directly into their laps! "Heyman is not a wrestler! This is completely uncalled for!"
"Heyman had it coming, Michael!" JBL defended aggressively, actively cheering the beatdown. "He is a traitor! He used to be the special advisor to the God King, and now he is actively sabotaging the empire! Sandro is just taking out the trash!"
But Sandro wasn't satisfied with just a few punches. The absolute rage boiling inside the billionaire demanded a permanent, catastrophic statement.
Sandro entirely grabbed the groggy, wheezing Paul Heyman around his waist. With a terrifying surge of adrenaline, entirely ignoring the agonizing pain in his own ribs, the Triple Crown Champion hoisted the heavy Advocate completely upside down, securing him in a devastating powerbomb position!
"Oh my God, no!" Booker T yelled, throwing his headset off! "He's gonna kill him! Don't do it, Sandro!"
Sandro Zhang looked directly into the camera, his bloody face twisted into a mask of pure, sociopathic madness.
The God King let out a primal roar and violently drove Paul Heyman entirely down through the Spanish announce table with a catastrophic, earth shattering Powerbomb!
CRASH!
The massive wooden table completely and violently splintered into a million pieces!
Heavy television monitors went flying, electrical wires sparked wildly, and a massive cloud of dust exploded into the humid Florida air, Paul Heyman lay entirely buried underneath the sheer wreckage, completely and utterly destroyed!
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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