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Ryback didn't go for a pinfall. Instead, he grabbed Lesnar's leg and dragged the Beast directly into the Undisputed System's corner. The absolute nightmare scenario for Brock Lesnar had begun. Ryback tagged in Drew McIntyre. As the referee was entirely distracted by forcing Ryback to leave the ring, the remaining five men on the apron initiated a completely ruthless, illegal double teaming assault!
"He's crushing his ribcage!" Cole yelled, genuine panic bleeding into his voice! "Big E is three hundred pounds of solid muscle! Lesnar's internal organs are being entirely pulverized!"
"Pin him! Pin him!" Sandro screamed from the outside.
Big E hooked the massive leg of the Beast.
"One!"
"Two!"
Lesnar violently, explosively kicked out! The sheer force of the kickout actually threw Big E entirely off his body!
The crowd erupted in a massive cheer of hope, but the reality of the situation was incredibly grim. Lesnar pushed himself up to his hands and knees. He was breathing incredibly heavily, a thin line of blood already trickling from his nose. His massive chest was covered in red welts from the illegal kicks and the boots. He looked entirely overwhelmed, completely trapped in the suffocating web of the Undisputed System.
Big E quickly tagged Wade Barrett back into the match.
Barrett, the ruthless bare knuckle fighter, began systematically picking Lesnar apart.
He delivered a series of heavy, measured kidney punches, entirely draining the stamina from the Beast. Every single time Lesnar tried to swing his massive arms to create space, Barrett would simply duck, back away, and tag in a fresh man.
The strategy was absolutely flawless. The Undisputed System boys were operating as a single, terrifying organism. They cut the ring entirely in half. They utilized illegal double teams every single time the referee's back was turned. They never let Brock Lesnar establish a vertical base.
For the first ten minutes of the match, the System Breaker was being completely and utterly broken.
"This is exactly what I predicted!" JBL bellowed, leaning entirely over the commentary desk, his face flushed with victory. "You cannot beat the numbers! You cannot beat the system! Brock Lesnar's return is going to end tonight! Paul Heyman's massive investment is going entirely down the drain!"
On the outside, Paul Heyman was legitimately sweating through his tailored suit. The Advocate was clutching his chest, pacing frantically, screaming desperately toward the ring.
"Brock! You have to fight! You have to move!" Heyman shrieked, his voice cracking with pure panic.
Inside the ring, Dolph Ziggler was currently the legal man. The Showoff was entirely arrogant, fully believing that the Beast had been tamed. Ziggler stood over Lesnar, entirely disrespecting the UFC Heavyweight Champion by slapping him lightly on the back of the head.
"Is this the Beast?!" Ziggler mocked loudly, playing to the booing crowd. "Is this the Conqueror?! You're nothing!"
Ziggler backed up into the corner, entirely loading up for his signature, devastating superkick. He wanted to deliver the absolute kill shot.
Sandro Zhang watched from the outside, a massive, sociopathic grin of pure victory spreading across his bruised face. He had outsmarted Vince McMahon. He had outsmarted Paul Heyman. He was about to watch his faction permanently end the career of Brock Lesnar.
Ziggler charged forward, launching his boot entirely into the air, aiming directly for Lesnar's jaw!
But arrogance is the absolute harbinger of destruction.
As Ziggler's boot flew through the air, Brock Lesnar's eyes entirely snapped into focus. The exhaustion vanished, entirely replaced by a dark, terrifying, absolute sociopathic instinct for violence.
Lesnar didn't dodge. With terrifying, impossible speed, the Beast simply reached out his massive hand and violently caught Dolph Ziggler's boot completely out of mid air!
The entire Philips Arena gasped collectively!
Ziggler's eyes went entirely wide with absolute, unmitigated horror. He tried to pull his leg back, but Lesnar's grip was like a steel bear trap.
Lesnar slowly, terrifyingly pushed himself up to a vertical base, entirely holding Ziggler's leg in the air. The Beast was bleeding, he was bruised, but he was smiling. A dark, predatory, incredibly evil smile that sent an absolute chill down the spine of every single person watching.
Lesnar violently spun Ziggler around by his leg, completely disorienting him! As Ziggler spun back around, Lesnar launched a catastrophic, decapitating clothesline that nearly tore the Showoff's head completely off his shoulders!
Ziggler did a full 360 degree backflip in the air before crashing completely unconscious onto the canvas!
"HE CAUGHT HIM!" Cole screamed, entirely losing his mind! "THE BEAST IS AWAKE! THE BEAST IS AWAKE!"
Absolute panic immediately erupted in the Undisputed System's corner.
Xavier Woods, trying to save his tag team partner, blindly rushed into the ring! Lesnar didn't even blink. He caught the charging cruiserweight perfectly around the waist, arched his massive back, and launched Woods across the ring with a devastating, breathtaking overhead belly to belly suplex!
Woods flew through the air like a lawn dart, crashing sickeningly into the turnbuckles!
"Suplex City!" the crowd organically roared, entirely coming unglued!
Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre, the elite heavyweights, realized the tactical plan had completely disintegrated. They both illegally rushed the ring at the exact same time, charging the Beast from opposite sides.
But Lesnar was completely operating on a different plane of biological existence.
As Barrett threw a heavy right hand, Lesnar ducked under it, entirely grabbed Barrett by the waist, and executed a massive German suplex! Before McIntyre could even react, Lesnar popped instantly back up to his feet, intercepted the charging Scotsman, locked his hands, and delivered a second, catastrophic German suplex directly onto McIntyre's neck!
"Oh my God!" Lawler shrieked, jumping out of his chair! "He's tossing them around like they are absolutely nothing! He is tossing world class heavyweights like ragdolls!"
"No! No! Get in there!" Sandro Zhang screamed from the outside, his face entirely losing its color. His masterpiece was violently collapsing right in front of his eyes. "Take him down! Big E! Ryback! Get in the ring!"
The two massive powerhouses, Big E and Ryback, hesitated for a fraction of a second, but Sandro's screaming forced them over the top rope. They charged the Beast together, the absolute last line of defense for the Undisputed System.
Brock Lesnar stood entirely alone in the center of the ring, surrounded by the broken, writhing bodies of Ziggler, Woods, Barrett, and McIntyre. He looked at the two massive three hundred pound enforcers charging toward him.
Lesnar didn't back down an inch. He wiped the blood from his mouth, let out a completely terrifying, guttural roar that shook the entire stadium, and aggressively charged directly toward them, entirely ready to take the entire faction on a permanent, one way trip to Suplex City.
The collision in the dead center of the ring was akin to two freight trains crashing head on at maximum velocity. The sheer, concussive impact of over eight hundred pounds of human muscle slamming together echoed through the arena like a thunderclap.
Ryback and Big E, operating on Sandro Zhang's desperate, screamed orders, attempted a massive double shoulder block to lay the Beast out.
But Brock Lesnar simply lowered his center of gravity, planted his tree trunk legs into the canvas, and absorbed the catastrophic blow without taking a single step backward.
Ryback's eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. Big E gasped as the breath was forced from his massive lungs. Before either man could compute the impossibility of what had just happened, Lesnar exploded upward.
He wrapped his thick, heavily taped arms around both men's necks simultaneously. With a terrifying, completely inhuman display of raw, unparalleled strength, Lesnar executed a double clothesline that completely took the two behemoths off their feet!
"HE LAID THEM BOTH OUT!" Cole shrieked, entirely coming out of his chair at the commentary desk, his voice cracking with pure adrenaline. "I do not believe what I am seeing! Brock Lesnar just entirely flattened six hundred pounds of the Undisputed System's muscle like it was absolutely nothing!"
"This is not a man, Michael!" Lawler yelled, clutching his headset as the crowd noise reached a deafening, sustained fever pitch. "This is a biological anomaly! The Beast Incarnate is completely rewriting the laws of physics right in front of our eyes!"
"It's a fluke! He caught them off guard!" JBL bellowed desperately, his arrogant swagger entirely replaced by a panicked, frantic denial. He pointed a shaking finger at the monitor. "Sandro needs to restore order! They need to utilize the tags! They need to get back to the strategy!"
On the outside of the ring, Sandro Zhang was currently doing exactly that, completely losing his mind. The bruised, bandaged Triple Crown Champion was slamming his hands repeatedly against the ring apron, his face a mask of sociopathic panic.
"Tag! Tag right now!" Sandro screamed, his voice turning into a ragged, hoarse shriek. "Don't let him breathe! Kofi! Get in there! Use your speed!"
Ryback, entirely dazed and clutching his throat, desperately lunged toward his corner and slapped Kofi Kingston's outstretched hand.
The strategy of the Undisputed System was to make frequent, rapid fire tags, relying on their overwhelming numerical advantage to wear the Beast down. Kofi springboarded into the ring, launching himself through the air with a beautiful, high angle flying forearm smash.
But the entire pace of the match was no longer under the God King's control. Brock Lesnar had officially hijacked the tempo, and he was turning Monday Night RAW into a slaughterhouse.
As Kofi flew through the air, Lesnar didn't even attempt to dodge. He simply swatted Kofi out of the sky with a massive, brutal backhand that caught the high flyer flush across the chest. Kofi crashed to the mat, gasping for air.
Before Kofi could even attempt to scramble back to his corner, Lesnar was on him. The Beast reached down, grabbing Kofi by his dreadlocks and the waistband of his tights. Lesnar effortlessly hauled the former Intercontinental Champion up, entirely bypassing his defenses, and launched him completely across the ring with a devastating release German suplex!
Kofi landed awkwardly on his neck, sliding completely under the bottom rope and crashing onto the ringside mats in a heap of broken limbs.
Wade Barrett, seeing his stablemate destroyed, didn't wait for a tag. The British brawler illegally rushed the ring, throwing a heavy, bare knuckle right hook aimed directly at the back of Lesnar's head.
Lesnar spun around with terrifying reflexes. He caught Barrett's incoming fist out of mid air, wrapping his massive hand around Barrett's knuckles, and violently twisted the arm. Barrett let out a howl of pure agony as Lesnar trapped the limb, stepped inside the brawler's guard, and delivered three consecutive, bone crushing knee strikes directly into Barrett's ribs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The sickening sound of cartilage popping filled the arena. Lesnar wasn't just fighting anymore, he was actively, brutally conquering the faction that had held the WWE hostage for a year. He released Barrett's arm, hooked the massive Englishman around the waist, and executed a catastrophic belly to belly suplex that sent Barrett flying completely over the top rope!
"Another one bites the dust!" Lawler laughed hysterically! "Lesnar is completely cleaning house! He is systematically exterminating the Undisputed System!"
"Do something!" Sandro Zhang shrieked from the floor, his eyes completely bloodshot. He grabbed Dolph Ziggler by the ankle, practically dragging the Showoff toward the ring steps. "Get in the ring, Ziggler! Superkick his head off!"
Ziggler, looking entirely terrified, slid under the bottom rope. He charged Lesnar, attempting his signature leaping DDT. But Lesnar simply caught Ziggler in mid air, entirely halting his momentum. The Beast casually transitioned the hold, hoisted Ziggler onto his massive shoulders, and delivered a sickening, high angle powerbomb that drove the air completely out of Ziggler's lungs!
The Philips Arena was an absolute madhouse. The twenty thousand fans in attendance were completely on their feet, chanting, screaming, and basking in the absolute, unmitigated destruction of the most hated faction in professional wrestling history.
"This is an instant classic!" Cole screamed over the deafening roar of the crowd. "We are witnessing a defining moment in the history of Monday Night RAW! One man is completely outclassing, out powering, and out wrestling seven elite WWE Superstars!"
"It's unfair!" JBL wailed, entirely heartbroken, holding his head in his hands. "The referee has lost all control! Wade Barrett wasn't the legal man! Kofi Kingston didn't make a proper tag! This match should be entirely thrown out! Sandro, file a grievance with the Board of Directors immediately!"
Inside the ring, Xavier Woods was now the legal man. The cruiserweight was standing in the corner, his eyes wide with absolute, unadulterated terror. He looked at the bodies of his stablemates littered around the ringside area. Big E was clutching his ribs on the barricade. Ryback was completely unresponsive near the timekeeper's area. Kofi, Ziggler, and Barrett were entirely incapacitated.
The only man left standing on the ring apron was Drew McIntyre.
"Drew!" Sandro Zhang barked, slapping the steel steps violently. "Tag in! Tag in right now! Take his head off with the Claymore! Do it now, or I swear to God I will end your career tomorrow!"
Xavier Woods scrambled toward the corner, desperately reaching his hand out toward the Scottish Psychopath.
But Drew McIntyre did not reach out his hand.
McIntyre stood on the ring apron, his massive chest heaving. He looked down at the desperate, pleading face of Xavier Woods. Then, slowly, deliberately, McIntyre turned his head and looked directly at Sandro Zhang.
The bright arena lights illuminated the left side of McIntyre's face, clearly highlighting the deep, angry red handprint that was still permanently burned into his cheek from earlier in the night. The humiliation, the verbal abuse, the complete stripping of his dignity in front of millions of people... it all came rushing to the absolute surface.
McIntyre did not see a God King anymore. He saw a cowardly, abusive tyrant who was finally getting exactly what he deserved.
Drew McIntyre slowly lowered his hand. He stepped back from the turnbuckle, entirely refusing the tag. "Drew, what are you doing?!" Sandro screamed, his voice cracking with pure, sociopathic rage. He abandoned the steel steps, marching aggressively toward the side of the ring where McIntyre was standing. "I gave you an order! You work for me! You belong to me! Get in that ring and fight!"
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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