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Heyman stepped forward, hiding safely behind Lesnar's massive frame, pointing an accusatory finger directly at Drew. "I listened to you brag, Mr. McIntyre," Heyman sneered, his voice dripping with pure corporate venom. "I listened to you talk about your poetry. I listened to you brag about breaking Sandro's nose. But let's deal in absolute, undeniable reality for a moment, shall we?"
McIntyre crossed his arms, staring entirely through the Advocate, waiting for the punchline.
"You are not a hero, Drew," Heyman stated, his tone incredibly sharp. "You are a coward. You are an opportunistic scavenger who feeds off the scraps left behind by apex predators!"
The crowd let out a mixed reaction, entirely captivated by the verbal warfare.
"You didn't orchestrate a brilliant ambush last week!" Heyman shrieked, his face turning a familiar shade of angry red. "You hid in the crowd like a terrified little boy! You waited entirely in the shadows while my client, BROCKKKK LESNARRRRR, did all of the heavy lifting! My client walked down this ramp and single handedly destroyed the entire Undisputed System! He F-5'd Wade Barrett! He F-5'd Big E! He obliterated a thousand pounds of human meat, and only then did you decide it was safe to jump the barricade!"
Heyman lowered the microphone slightly, laughing a dark, entirely mocking laugh.
"You took advantage of the absolute devastation caused by the Beast," Heyman concluded. "You are a coward, Drew. And if you think for one second that you are going to stand in this ring and claim the glory for the destruction of Sandro Zhang's empire, you are incredibly, dangerously mistaken."
Drew McIntyre didn't yell. He didn't scream. He slowly raised his microphone, his eyes entirely locked on Brock Lesnar.
"Are you done hiding behind your loudmouth walrus, Brock?" McIntyre asked, his Scottish accent thick with pure hostility. "Because I don't give a damn who cleared the ramp. I don't give a damn about your little F-5s. If you have a problem with me taking the God King's head off... step up and do something about it."
Lesnar didn't need a microphone to respond. The Beast Incarnate simply let out a terrifying, guttural roar and violently charged forward!
McIntyre dropped the mic, stepping directly into the line of fire!
The two massive heavyweights collided in the dead center of the ring! It was an absolute, unmitigated bar fight!
McIntyre threw a heavy right hand, Lesnar responded with a brutal knee to the gut!
The sheer, concussive impact of their strikes echoed like gunshots through the arena.
"It has broken down!" Cole shrieked on commentary! "The Psychopath and the Beast are tearing each other apart!"
McIntyre managed to back Lesnar into the ropes, delivering a vicious, skull rattling European uppercut!
He bounced off the opposite ropes, looking for the Claymore Kick, but Brock Lesnar's terrifying, superhuman agility entirely shifted the momentum!
As McIntyre launched into the air, Lesnar ducked completely underneath the heavy boot. The Beast immediately popped back up, grabbing the 260 pound Scotsman completely around the waist. With a terrifying flex of his massive back muscles, Lesnar launched McIntyre into the air with a catastrophic, high angle German Suplex!
McIntyre crashed directly onto the back of his neck! Before he could even attempt to recover, Lesnar was on him. The Beast hauled McIntyre onto his massive shoulders, let out a final, deafening roar, and delivered a devastating F-5 directly in the center of the ring!
The crowd was entirely unglued, roaring at the sheer, undeniable dominance of the Beast.
"Brock Lesnar stands tall!" Lawler yelled as Lesnar and Heyman backed up the ramp, leaving the fallen Psychopath on the canvas. "The Beast has just sent a massive, violent message to the entire locker room! If you get in his way, you go to Suplex City!"
As Monday Night RAW moved into its final hour, the ring was completely cleared of the heavyweight wreckage, and a formal, incredibly tense setup was established in the center of the squared circle.
A large mahogany table was placed in the ring, covered in a black velvet cloth. A single leather folder sat on the table, alongside a steel folding chair.
The heavy, ominous bassline of ''WELLLLL ITS THE BIG SHOW" hit the soumd system, and the arena exploded as the Big Show made his way down the entrance ramp. The World's Largest Athlete looked absolutely focused, entirely ignoring the fans as he stepped over the top rope and walked directly to the table.
"This is it, gentlemen," Cole announced, the gravity of the segment setting in. "The main event segment of Monday Night RAW. We are here for the official contract signing for the United States Championship match this Saturday at the Extreme Rules Pay Per View!"
"It's a complete sham!" JBL argued furiously. "Sandro isn't even here! He is at home, suffering from the severe physical trauma inflicted by this giant! The Board of Directors shouldn't even allow this contract to be signed!"
"The Board sanctioned it, John!" Lawler countered. "Sandro's lawyers have already reviewed the paperwork. All the Big Show has to do is sign his name, and the match is officially locked in!"
The Big Show didn't bother sitting down in the steel chair. He picked up the live microphone from the table with his left hand, while opening the leather folder with his right.
"Sandro Zhang isn't here tonight," Big Show rumbled, his deep voice carrying a tone of absolute, undeniable authority. "And frankly, I don't blame him. If a four hundred pound giant chokeslammed me through a mountain of steel and electricity, I'd probably stay home and cry to my mommy too."
The fans cheered the direct insult, loving the giant's utter lack of respect for the billionaire prodigy.
"But it doesn't matter if you're hiding in Orlando, Sandro," Big Show continued, looking directly into the hard camera. "Because your lawyers have already signed your half of this document. The Board of Directors has made it entirely official. And all that's left is for me to put ink to paper."
Big Show picked up the pen, but he didn't sign it immediately. He wanted to make a promise to the entire WWE Universe.
"For 365 days, no, now it's 372 days and at saturday it will be 376 days," Big Show declared, his voice echoing with absolute passion. "You have held this company hostage. You have used your money, your influence, and your brainwashed lackeys to completely suffocate the United States Championship. You turned a symbol of pride into a symbol of your own toxic, billionaire ego."
Big Show leaned forward, his massive frame casting a terrifying shadow over the table.
"But this Saturday, the rules completely go out the window," Big Show swore, his eyes narrowing with dark, intense fury. "This Saturday, at the Extreme Rules, there are no disqualifications. There is no one to save you. And I swear to every single person in this arena, and millions watching at home... I am going to completely dismantle your golden empire. I am going to dethrone the God King, and I am going to liberate the United States Championship from your grip once and for all!"
The arena absolutely exploded into a massive chant of "YES! YES! YES!"
Big Show slammed the pen down onto the contract, aggressively signing his massive signature across the bottom line. He picked up the document, holding it high into the air for the world to see.
The match was officially set. The Extreme Rules stipulation was locked in. The giant had made his vow, and the historic 365 day reign was officially marked for execution.
The days passed in an absolute blur of anticipation. The wrestling media was entirely consumed by predictions, breaking down the tactical advantages of an Extreme Rules match.
The consensus was clear, in a standard wrestling match, Sandro's elite technical ability, martial arts experience, and sheer cardiovascular endurance might have given him a path to victory against the slower giant.
But in an environment where steel chairs, kendo sticks, and production equipment were entirely legal, the four hundred pound monster held an incredibly terrifying advantage in paper.
Finally, the week concluded, and Saturday arrived.
The WWE circus officially rolled into Tampa, Florida.
The sun set over the Gulf Coast, and tens of thousands of rabid, incredibly passionate professional wrestling fans flooded into the massive arena. The energy outside the building was absolutely electric, a sea of tailgating fans wearing replica championship belts and holding massive, handmade signs.
They had bought their tickets for one specific reason. They wanted to watch the main event of the Extreme Rules Pay Per View.
As the fans poured into their seats, the massive TitanTron illuminated the arena with a chilling, highly produced video package detailing the year long tyranny of the Undisputed System, the horrific chokeslam that had humbled the God King, and the massive, looming threat of the World's Largest Athlete.
The lights inside the Tampa arena completely cut to black. The heavy, aggressive guitar riffs of the Extreme Rules theme song blasted through the sound system, and the opening pyrotechnics violently exploded into the air!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A massive, blinding cascade of fireworks rained down from the overhead scaffolding, illuminating the sold out St. Pete Times Forum. The Florida crowd completely and utterly lost their minds, letting out a deafening, sustained roar that rattled the television cameras. The sweeping crane shots dynamically rolled through the absolute sea of humanity, capturing tens of thousands of rabid fans leaping to their feet.
Signs were being waved frantically in every direction, "GIANT CHOKESLAM THE GOD KING", "WELCOME TO CLAYMORE COUNTRY", "LASHLEY SOLD HIS SOUL", and "QUEENS LOSE TONIGHT".
The camera gracefully descended from the rafters, gliding over the barricades and settling on the ringside commentary desk. The team was dressed to the nines, entirely feeding off the crackling electricity of the building.
Michael Cole, Jerry "The King" Lawler, and John Bradshaw Layfield were seated in their usual spots, but tonight, they were joined by wrestling royalty. Returning to the desk as a special guest commentator for the first time since WrestleMania was the six time World Champion, Booker T!
"Welcome, everyone, to the most dangerous night of the calendar year!" Cole yelled, his voice immediately fighting against the sheer volume of the Tampa crowd. "We are coming to you live, worldwide, from a completely sold out arena in Tampa, Florida! This is Extreme Rules! I am Michael Cole, alongside Jerry "The King" Lawler, JBL, and we are absolutely thrilled to welcome back the legendary Booker T to the broadcast booth!"
"Aw, man, it is so good to be back, Cole!" Booker T exclaimed, flashing a massive smile and adjusting his headset. "I am telling you right now, I walked into this building this afternoon and you could feel the hostility in the air! We have got scores to settle tonight, and I got the best seat in the house to watch the carnage!"
"It is going to be absolute carnage, Booker!" Lawler chimed in, pointing excitedly at his monitor. "I cannot wait for this main event! The Big Show is stepping into an Extreme Rules match against Sandro Zhang for the United States Championship! It is a match where absolutely anything goes!"
"And that is exactly why Sandro Zhang's historic 376 day reign is going to continue!" JBL bellowed, immediately going on the defensive for the billionaire prodigy. "The God King thrives in chaos! He is a master strategist! He knows exactly how to utilize the lack of rules to his advantage. Big Show signed his own death warrant when he put pen to paper last Monday!"
"Are you out of your mind, John?!" Cole argued passionately. "Sandro got chokeslammed straight through a production table last week! His ribs are bruised, his nose is broken, and he is stepping into a cage with a four hundred pound giant who wants to rip his head off! Frankly, Booker, I'm hoping that Brock Lesnar and Drew McIntyre find a way to interfere in this match and help the Big Show permanently end the Undisputed System's reign of terror!"
"I am right there with you, Cole!" Booker T agreed, nodding emphatically. "Sandro has made too many enemies. You can't treat people like garbage and not expect the trash to eventually take itself out. Drew and Brock have major axes to grind!"
JBL threw his head back and let out a loud, incredibly sarcastic, booming laugh.
"You three are living in an absolute fantasy world!" JBL mocked, waving his pen dismissively at his broadcast partners. "Do you really think Brock Lesnar and Drew McIntyre are going to work together?! Did you see them beating the living daylights out of each other last week?! Their egos are massive! They don't trust each other for a single second! And even if they did decide to crash the main event, you are entirely forgetting the ultimate insurance policy. Bobby Lashley and the rest of the Undisputed System boys are going to be watching the God King's back. The empire is safe!"
"We will find out later tonight!" Cole transitioned smoothly, the anticipation for the main event officially boiling over. "But we are kicking things off with a massive grudge match right now!"
The arena lights dimmed slightly, and the heavy, militant drumline of Jack Swagger's theme music hit the sound system.
"We The People!" Swagger shouted, marching out from behind the curtain alongside his new manager that he associated, Zeb Colter. The All-American American looked completely focused, his jaw locked tight as he marched down the ramp. He slid into the ring, performing his signature chest thump, entirely ready to capitalize on a massive opportunity.
"This is a huge test for Jack Swagger," Lawler noted. "He is an elite collegiate wrestler, a former World Champion, and he is looking to make a massive statement tonight."
Suddenly, the haunting, powerful wail of the Scottish war pipes completely hijacked the audio feed!
The Tampa crowd fundamentally exploded into a massive, sustained roar of pure adulation!
Drew McIntyre stepped through the curtain, entirely adorned in his dark tartan kilt and heavy black leather duster. The Scottish Psychopath looked like an absolute warlord. He didn't look back at the curtain for backup, he was entirely alone, and he looked incredibly liberated.
"Listen to this ovation!" Cole cheered. "This is Drew McIntyre's very first Pay Per View match since officially breaking away from the Undisputed System! It is his first singles Pay Per View match in over a year, and he has the absolute weight of the world on his incredibly broad shoulders!"
"He's a traitor who deserves to be embarrassed!" JBL sneered. "Swagger is going to take him down to the mat and twist his ankle into a pretzel!"
"Well let me tell you something, JBL," Booker T countered. "Drew McIntyre has got a fire in his eyes tonight! He is a dangerous, dangerous man when he is off the leash!"
McIntyre entered the ring, shrugging off his heavy leather coat. The referee called for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The two massive athletes immediately engaged in a brutal, high impact collar and elbow tie up. Swagger, utilizing his elite amateur background, immediately shot for a double leg takedown, looking to ground the powerful Scotsman. McIntyre violently sprawled, using his sheer 260 pound mass to completely stuff the takedown, cross facing Swagger and pushing him back to his feet.
The match instantly evolved into an absolute wrestling clinic, beautifully showcasing the incredible, highly distinct talents of both men.
Swagger was relentless. He targeted McIntyre's left leg with clinical, surgical precision. Swagger delivered a series of incredibly stiff, targeted kicks to the back of McIntyre's knee, attempting to chop down the tree and completely neutralize the Claymore Kick.
Swagger backed McIntyre into the corner, delivering a brutal series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. As McIntyre gasped for air, Swagger grabbed the Scotsman around the waist, executing a flawless, breathtaking Belly to Belly suplex that sent the massive Psychopath flying across the ring!
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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