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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!
The Tampa crowd completely lost their minds, letting out a deafening mixture of horrified gasps and sheer, awe struck cheers at the incredible display of violence!
"HE PUT HEYMAN THROUGH THE TABLE!" Cole screamed, completely losing his voice! "THE ADVOCATE HAS BEEN BROKEN IN HALF BY THE GOD KING!"
"That is exactly what happens when you cross Sandro Zhang!" JBL roared in absolute triumph! "The empire strikes back!"
Inside the ring, the sound of the catastrophic table crash was so incredibly loud that it entirely captured the attention of the Beast Incarnate.
Brock Lesnar, who had been entirely focused on the fallen Bobby Lashley, suddenly whipped his massive head around.
He looked over the top rope, his eyes entirely widening in sheer shock as he saw his beloved Advocate lying completely motionless in the wreckage of the announce table, with Sandro standing tall over the destruction.
For the very first time in the entire match, Brock Lesnar was completely distracted. The Beast's focus had been entirely ripped away from his opponent.
And inside the squared circle, that single, solitary second of distraction was absolutely fatal.
Bobby Lashley had managed to completely shake off the devastating effects of the sledgehammer strike. The Dominator was back on his feet, his dark eyes entirely locked onto the massive back of the distracted Beast Incarnate.
Lashley retreated to the far corner of the ring. He dropped his level, violently pounding his fists against the mat, absolutely stalking his prey.
"Look behind you, Brock!" Lawler screamed frantically, entirely realizing the trap that had just been set! "Lashley is up! The Dominator is entirely ready to strike!"
Lesnar, entirely enraged by the destruction of Paul Heyman, finally turned around to re engage his opponent.
The absolute second Lesnar turned, Bobby Lashley completely exploded out of the corner!
The Dominator launched his massive 270 pound frame entirely across the ring with blinding, terrifying velocity, his shoulder dipped entirely low, completely aiming to cut the Beast entirely in half with his devastating, match ending Spear!
"SPEAR! SPEAR! LASHLEY IS GOING FOR THE SPEAR!" Cole shrieked at the top of his lungs!
The Tampa crowd collectively held their breath as Lashley flew through the air!
But Brock Lesnar was not a normal human being. His combat instincts were entirely honed on a completely different evolutionary level.
In a sheer, horrifying display of superhuman reflex and unparalleled functional strength, Lesnar entirely stepped to the side at the absolute last possible millisecond!
As Lashley came flying through the air, completely entirely committed to the catastrophic impact of the Spear, Lesnar violently reached out!
The Beast caught Lashley completely mid flight!
The arena let out an absolutely deafening, collective gasp of pure, unadulterated disbelief!
"HE CAUGHT HIM!" Booker T screamed, absolutely losing his mind! "HE CAUGHT THE DOMINATOR IN MIDAIR!"
Without missing a single beat, Lesnar utilized Lashley's own incredible momentum. The Beast fluidly, violently hoisted the entirely airborne Lashley directly onto his massive, muscular shoulders, completely trapping him in the catastrophic torture rack position!
Lesnar didn't pause to let the crowd react. He didn't give Lashley a single fraction of a second to escape. The Beast Incarnate let out a deafening, terrifying roar that completely shook the ring, spun his hips with lethal velocity, and violently launched The Dominator entirely off his shoulders!
F-5!
Lashley crashed sickeningly, face first into the canvas with the force of a detonating bomb!
The entire ring completely rattled from the catastrophic impact!
The Tampa crowd completely and fundamentally exploded into absolute pandemonium!
The roof was practically blown off the St. Pete Times Forum!
Lesnar immediately collapsed entirely over Lashley's massive frame, hooking the leg deep!
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
DING! DING! DING!
"HE DID IT!" Cole shrieked as the heavy, apocalyptic guitar riff of Lesnar's theme music entirely overtook the arena! "THE BEAST INCARNATE HAS DEFEATED THE DOMINATOR! BROCK LESNAR HAS CONQUERED THE MILLION DOLLAR MERCENARY!"
"What an absolutely incredible counter!" Lawler yelled, entirely breathless from the sequence! "He caught a flying, 270 pound man and immediately transitioned into the F-5 That is why Brock Lesnar is the most terrifying athlete on the face of the planet!"
"This is a disaster!" JBL wailed, completely devastated as he looked at the unconscious form of Lashley. "Sandro Zhang paid millions of dollars for a guaranteed victory! The insurance policy has entirely failed!"
On the outside of the ring, standing amidst the splintered, sparked wreckage of the Spanish announce table, Sandro froze completely.
The Triple Crown Champion watched the referee raise Brock Lesnar's massive, taped hand in absolute victory. Sandro's bruised face contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. His chest heaved, his hands balled into tight, shaking fists.
He had completely destroyed Paul Heyman, but the ultimate prize, the absolute destruction of the Beast, had entirely slipped through his fingers.
Inside the ring, Lesnar slowly pushed himself to his feet. His eyes, burning with homicidal rage, entirely locked onto the God King standing on the outside. The Beast Incarnate began to slowly, terrifyingly step toward the ropes, entirely preparing to slide out and completely tear Sandro limb from limb to avenge his fallen Advocate.
Sandro took a step backward, his survival instincts violently kicking in.
The billionaire prodigy was incredibly angry, but he was not stupid. He knew exactly what was looming on the horizon.
The main event was literally moments away. In less than ten minutes, Sandro had to step into the ring with a four hundred pound giant in an Extreme Rules match to defend his historic, 376 day reign as United States Champion.
He could not afford a physical altercation with the Beast right now.
Sandro sneered in absolute disgust. He entirely turned his back on the ring, violently abandoning his unconscious mercenary to the absolute mercy of the Beast. The God King scrambled to scoop up the United States and WWE Championships from the floor, clutching them tightly to his chest.
With Lesnar roaring from the ring apron, Sandro Zhang frantically turned on his heels and aggressively sprinted completely up the incredibly long entrance ramp!
The God King retreated to the safety of the entrance stage, leaving behind the shattered table, the fallen Advocate, and his entirely defeated Dominator.
Sandro disappeared behind the heavy black curtains, entirely shifting his sociopathic focus to the ultimate, catastrophic war that awaited him in the main event.
Meanwhile, St. Pete Times Forum was in a state of absolute, unmitigated shock.
The catastrophic wreckage of the Spanish announce table was still smoldering at ringside, an incredibly violent testament to the sheer, sociopathic wrath of the Triple Crown Champion.
The medical personnel and backstage officials were frantically swarming the area, desperately trying to dig Paul Heyman out from underneath the splintered wood and twisted metal. Meanwhile, inside the ring, the Beast Incarnate, Brock Lesnar, stood tall over the unconscious body of the million dollar mercenary, Bobby Lashley.
As Lesnar slowly retreated up the ramp, his chest heaving, his eyes still burning with homicidal fury, a thick, palpable tension settled entirely over the humid Florida arena.
The fans began to loudly, anxiously murmur. The collective buzzing of twenty thousand people talking at once echoed off the rafters. They were entirely processing the sheer carnage they had just witnessed, but more importantly, they knew exactly what was coming next. The co main event had completely delivered on its promise of absolute destruction, but the night was not over.
The main event was officially here.
The murmurs slowly died down as the arena lights dimmed to a dark, ominous blue.
A heavy, incredibly slow, deeply rhythmic bassline suddenly dropped through the massive siund system. It was followed a microsecond later by a slow, methodical drum beat that literally vibrated the concrete floorboards of the arena.
"WEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL... IT'S THE BIG SHOW!"
The Tampa crowd fundamentally, entirely exploded! The roar was absolutely deafening, a massive wave of hometown adulation that completely shook the TitanTron!
The fans leaped to their feet, waving their signs frantically as the World's Largest Athlete stepped out from behind the heavy black curtains.
Big Show was a resident of Tampa, Florida, and he was walking into absolute enemy territory to fight for his city and the entire WWE Universe. The giant was wearing his signature one strap black wrestling singlet, heavily taped around his massive wrists and fingers.
He didn't look like he was in the mood to entertain. He walked down the incredibly long entrance ramp slowly, his heavy boots causing the steel grating to loudly clank with every single, methodical step.
He climbed the steel stairs, entirely stepping his massive, tree trunk leg cleanly over the top rope to enter the ring. Big Show walked directly to the center of the squared circle. He slowly raised his massive right hand high into the air, balling his fingers into a fist the size of a cinderblock, and let out a thunderous, primal shout that echoed perfectly through the stadium microphones!
The fans cheered wildly, entirely ready to see the giant liberate the United States Championship!
But the joyous, triumphant atmosphere was suddenly, violently hijacked.
SCREEEEECH!
The iconic, heavily distorted radio static completely cut through the arena audio feed!
The incredibly aggressive, legendary guitar riffs of Living Colour's "Cult of Personality" blasted through the sound system!
The reaction was instantaneous and incredibly visceral. The cheers completely vanished, instantly replaced by a massive, unified wall of pure, unadulterated boos!
It was a torrential downpour of hatred directed entirely at the entrance stage.
Stepping out from the back, completely ignoring the sheer vitriol raining down upon him, was the God King himself.
Sandro Zhang had finally shed his ruined, blood stained custom track jacket. He was now fully dressed in his elite in ring gear, tight, custom designed black and gold wrestling trunks, matching knee pads, and heavily taped wrists and ankles.
The bruises on his face from Drew McIntyre's Glasgow Kiss were incredibly prominent, his nose thickly taped, and both of his eyes sporting dark, nasty shiners.
But despite the physical trauma, his toxic arrogance was absolutely blinding.
Draped entirely over his right shoulder was the massive World Heavyweight Championship. Draped over his left shoulder was the WWE Championship. And fastened securely around his waist was the United States Championship.
Sandro stopped at the top of the ramp. He looked around the sold-out arena with a cold, mocking sneer. He slowly raised both of his hands, hoisting the WWE and World Heavyweight titles high into the Florida sky!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Massive, golden pyrotechnics violently shot out from the stage behind him, bathing the billionaire prodigy in a terrifying, god like halo of fire and sparks!
"Look at the sheer, unmitigated ego of this man!" Cole shouted over the deafening boos. "His empire is literally crumbling around him! AJ Lee lost her title! Bobby Lashley is unconscious! Paul Heyman is being loaded onto a stretcher because of him! He is entirely alone tonight, but he still struts out here like he owns the entire world!"
"Because he does own the world, Michael!" JBL roared in absolute defiance, entirely refusing to back down. "He is the Triple Crown Champion! Bobby Lashley did his job, he took Brock Lesnar to the absolute limit! The God King has outsmarted everyone, and now he is entirely focused on retaining his historic reign!"
"He's gonna need a whole lot more than strategy tonight, man!" Booker T countered loudly. "Sandro is stepping into a cage with a four hundred pound monster, and there ain't no rules to protect his bruised ribs! I am hoping Brock Lesnar turns right back around and comes down here to finish what he started!"
"Or Drew McIntyre!" Lawler added eagerly. "The Psychopath already took out Swagger tonight! If Lesnar or Drew decide to crash this match, Sandro is going to leave Tampa in a body bag!"
"It's not going to happen!" JBL sneered. "Lesnar and McIntyre don't trust each other! Their egos are too massive! Sandro Zhang has absolutely nothing to worry about except the dinosaur standing in the ring!"
Sandro confidently walked down the ramp, entirely unfazed by the hostile environment. He climbed the steel steps, completely wiping his boots on the ring apron, and elegantly stepped through the ropes. He stood directly opposite the Big Show, staring fearlessly up at the seven foot giant.
The legendary ring announcer, Justin Roberts, stepped into the dead center of the ring, pulling his microphone close to his mouth. The arena lights dimmed, shining a single, bright spotlight entirely on the squared circle.
"Ladies and gentlemen..." Justin Roberts' voice boomed, perfectly setting the stage for the historic encounter. "This is the MAIN EVENT of the evening! It is an EXTREME RULES MATCH, and it is for the WWE... UNITED STATES... CHAMPIONSHIP!"
The crowd buzzed with electric anticipation!
Roberts turned to his right, pointing directly at the massive challenger.
"Introducing first," Roberts announced, his voice echoing perfectly. "The challenger! From right here in Tampa, Florida! Standing at seven feet tall, weighing at four hundred pounds... he is the World's Largest Athlete... The BIGGG SHOWWWW!"
Big Show aggressively raised his massive, taped fist into the air! The Tampa crowd absolutely fundamentally exploded, showering their hometown hero with a deafening roar of pure support!
Roberts then turned to his left, pointing directly at the battered, bruised, but entirely unbothered God King.
"And introducing the champion!" Roberts bellowed. "Representing the Undisputed System! From Orlando, Florida! Weighing at two hundred and thirty pounds... he is the World Heavyweight Champion, the WWE Champion, and the longest reigning WWE United States Champion of the Modern Era... the GOD KINGGGGG... SANDROOO ZHANGGGGG!"
The St. Pete Times Forum instantly drowned the introduction in a torrential wave of hatred! The boos were so loud the camera microphones actively distorted!
Sandro didn't care. He sneered, violently pulling the United States Championship off his waist. He raised all three massive titles high into the air, entirely showing off the gold to the furious fans, rubbing his unprecedented 376 day reign directly in their faces.
Sandro slowly walked over to the referee. He handed over the World Heavyweight and WWE Championships first, instructing the official to carefully pass them to the ringside crew. Finally, Sandro handed over the United States Championship.
The referee took the gold, walked to the dead center of the ring, and raised the prestigious United States title high into the air, officially showcasing the ultimate prize of the evening!
The referee handed the belt out of the ring, patted both men down, and made absolutely sure they were ready. He raised his hand and signaled the timekeeper.
DING! DING! DING!
The main event of Extreme Rules had officially begun!
The Tampa crowd immediately launched into a massive, rhythmic chant! "CHOKESLAM THE GOD KING! CHOKESLAM THE GOD KING!"
Big Show didn't waste a single microsecond. The giant completely abandoned traditional wrestling psychology and violently charged across the ring, entirely looking to completely decapitate the God King with a massive clothesline!
But Sandro Zhang was an elite, world class athlete with blinding speed. The billionaire prodigy immediately dropped his level, entirely ducking completely under the massive arm!
Sandro seamlessly rolled toward the ropes, sliding under the bottom cable and entirely bailing out to the ringside floor!
"Smart move by Sandro!" JBL praised immediately. "It is an Extreme Rules match! You do not lock up with a four hundred pound giant! You use your environment!"
Sandro scrambled toward the timekeeper's area, desperately looking for an equalizer. But the Big Show was not going to let him catch his breath. The World's Largest Athlete entirely stepped over the top rope, dropping down to the floor, and began heavily marching toward the champion.
Sandro grabbed a steel folding chair from the timekeeper's area. He spun around, gripping the weapon tightly, and violently swung the heavy steel completely at the giant's head!
But Big Show's reflexes were entirely terrifying for a man his size. The giant simply reached out and caught the swinging steel chair completely in his bare hand!
The crowd gasped!
Sandro's eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated panic as he entirely failed to rip the chair out of the monster's iron grip.
Big Show let out a dark chuckle, violently yanked the chair completely out of Sandro's hands, and tossed it casually to the floor. Before the God King could even attempt to retreat, Big Show wrapped his massive, frying pan sized hand entirely around Sandro's throat!
"He's got him!" Cole screamed! "The giant has him by the throat on the outside!"
Big Show lifted the 230 pound billionaire prodigy entirely off his feet with one arm!
He took two heavy steps forward and violently launched Sandro completely over the barricade, entirely throwing him into the front row of the Tampa crowd!
Sandro crashed sickeningly across a row of plastic folding chairs, his bruised body violently tangling with the furniture!
The fans entirely lost their minds, scrambling out of the way as the God King was tossed like a complete ragdoll!
"Ohhhh yeahhh mannnn!" Booker T laughed hysterically, clapping his hands on the desk! "The Big Show is treating him like a cruiserweight! Sandro is flying tonight, baby!"
Big Show entirely ignored the barricade. He lifted his massive leg and stepped cleanly over the steel railing, wading directly into the sea of humanity. Sandro frantically tried to crawl away, entirely clutching his taped ribs, but the giant grabbed him by the back of his customized wrestling trunks and completely dragged him back toward the ringside area.
Big Show hoisted Sandro up, entirely military pressing the Triple Crown Champion over his head, and violently threw him back over the barricade!
Sandro crashed heavily onto the thin, unforgiving ringside mats, entirely gasping for oxygen.
Big Show stepped back over the railing. He dragged Sandro to his feet, absolutely marching him toward the steel ring steps. The giant grabbed the God King by the back of the neck and violently smashed his already broken face directly into the solid steel!
CLANG!
Sandro let out a garbled, agonizing scream as the impact entirely aggravated the catastrophic damage inflicted by Drew McIntyre's headbutt!
Blood instantly began to completely seep through the thick white tape covering his nose.
"This is an absolute massacre!" Lawler yelled over the cheering crowd! "The 376 day reign is actively being beaten to a bloody pulp!"
Big Show completely rolled Sandro back under the bottom rope, entirely sliding into the ring right behind him. The giant hauled Sandro up, backing the billionaire prodigy entirely into the corner turnbuckles. Big Show raised his massive right hand, demanding absolute silence from the twenty thousand fans in attendance.
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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