Batista gripped his World Heavyweight Championship belt extra tightly. After the show last week, he had found the belt mailed to his hotel room. He had barely slept at all that week; most of his time was spent going over old footage of Lesnar's matches. This only confirmed what had already been proven; that Brock Lesnar was a complete and utter powerhouse. That, and he had a wide assortment of technical moves. One thing was for sure; this wouldn't be easy…
"Be careful, Chris," Randy Orton said. "You're facing Orlando, and he's no doubt going to have the backup of JBL and Lesnar."
"Don't worry," Benoit assured. "All I need is thirty seconds and I'll have it won. And I've dealt with Lesnar before. I can hold my own."
"And just to be sure," a deep voice rasped. Randy jumped at the entrance of the Undertaker. "I'll be watching. Just to prevent those two creeps from interfering…"
Chris Benoit clasped his hands around Orlando Jordan, setting up the other man for a belly-to-belly suplex. In a last ditch, desperation attempt to save himself, Orlando shoved Benoit into the referee. The ref was thrown back and slammed his head on a turnbuckle. At that moment, all hell broke loose.
As Chris rose from checking on the referee he was hit with a vicious "Clothesline from Hell" that nearly took his head off. JBL stood over the "Rabid Wolverine", screaming obscenities into his face and kicking him in the stomach. Then, much to Benoit's relief, JBL stepped back, but then Benoit felt himself being lifted onto the massive shoulders of Brock Lesnar.
'Oh God,' he thought the instant before he was crushed into the mat via the power of Lesnar's F-5. Benoit vaguely registered an arm being draped across him and the referee making the three-count, but he couldn't force his body to move in the slightest. But he understood what happened; he had lost the United States Championship.
But the pain wasn't over just yet. From the corner of his eye, Chris noted that Orlando had brought a chair into the ring. JBL and Lesnar had done the same. Every fiber in his being screamed for Benoit to get out of there, but there was only so much punishment that a human being could take before the body shut down. Benoit watched helplessly as his legs and left arm were wedged into the chairs one by one.
His mind screamed for him to move as Orlando set himself up on the turnbuckle and jumped down, crushing Benoit's left arm in between one of the chairs. JBL then did the same for his right leg. But just as Lesnar was about to crush Chris's other leg, Dave Batista and the Undertaker stormed the ring and chased out Jordan, Bradshaw, and Lesnar.
Batista slung Benoit's good arm over his shoulder and helped carry the wounded Wolverine from the ring. They placed him in an ambulance and watched as it drove away.
"Guys," Randy Orton called out. "How's Chris?"
"He's been through worse," Batista replied. "But he'll be out of action for a while. I wish Taker and I could have gotten there sooner." He slammed his fist into the wall. "Damn them!" He growled. "I should've taken them down!"
"Oh, right!" Randy said with realization. "I almost forgot. Long scheduled you two for handicapped match against Lesnar, JBL, and Orlando for later tonight."
Dave cracked his knuckles and a feral smile appeared on his face. He was going to give Lesnar the payback he deserved: courtesy of the Batista Bomb…
(A/N): There's not much to say about this chapter. Short I know, but i just needed to get it out there. R&R please! people. Nothing reinvigorates an author more than reviews.