This was it. Oberyn would get his chance at vengeance for Elia and her children. The imp calling for a trial by combat was the best thing that could've happened. He had no champion now as the queen had bought off his own sellsword. The imp was alone and desperate for help within his cell. To Tyrion Oberyn would be a guardian sent from the gods and he couldn't refuse his offer. It was impossible to stop himself from grinning at the prospect of it all. He would have the Mountain delivered to him on a silver platter and whatever he could do whatever it took to bring about his confession. With his dying breath the Mountain would incriminate his lord.

"I will avenge Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys even if I have to fight the Mountain with my bare hands."

'Look at that. Oberyn's a man on a mission right now. I don't know what can stop him.'

'Two words. The and Mountain.'

'I'm sure he had something in store for him. He wouldn't go in without a plan. The man's been to the Citadel for seven's sake.'

'Yeah and he got a chain for stupidity.'

Oberyn would've grimaced at the insult of the second voice but couldn't find himself caring enough for it. His vengeance was too close. He would have the Mountain and he didn't care how many voices were in his head as long as he got him to confess before he drove his spear through his chest.


"I will be your champion."

'Good to see there's someone who'll help a good man.'

'Well half of a kingslayer really. Oberyn's a moron for trying to help him.'

"I'm afraid I must decline your offer."

'See he even knows he's guilty.'

'No I think Tyrion has a plan. He always has a plan.'

'You keep thinking his mind can come up with anything beyond what he'll drink.'

"I'm glad we can help… wait what?" Oberyn couldn't believe what Tyrion had just said. He didn't have any other offers on the table and he was turning down his one and only saving grace. "Do you intend to fight the Mountain yourself? Have your one armed brother do it? Throw all of the gold your family has at your sellsword?"

"Never, definitely not, and there is not enough gold in the world to convince Bronn to fight the Mountain. I recently got an offer from someone that they had someone who would gladly fight the Mountain for me."

"Who? Some knight looking for glory?"

"I honestly have no idea. The man came to me less than an hour ago and told me he could help me. I was honestly desperate and had even thought of fighting the Mountain myself."

"What were you going to run under him and stab him in the balls?"

"Something like that I suppose." Tyrion said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I don't exactly have the skill of my brother Jaime. Being a dwarf might finally help me for once."

"You brother lost much of his skill along with his hand."

"Well that is only recently. But the man promised me he had someone who would take care of the Mountain."

"This is something I have trouble believing. Every other person in the seven kingdoms is terrified of the Mountain."

"Well this one isn't. Maybe he's not from here or maybe everyone's not as scared of him as you think. You seem to be far from scared of the man."

"Because I hate the man I have spent every last moment of the last 2 decades almost dreaming of killing him. Of making him confess to what he did to my sister and her children."

"I am terribly sorry for what happened to your family but…" Tyrion didn't get to finish his sentence as Oberyn was in his face then.

"You don't understand what happened. He killed her children, raped her with the blood still fresh on his hands, and then he murdered her. He did all of this on your father's orders while Jaime killed the king that held her hostage and the Lannister army sacked the city." Tyrion recoiled away from the Dornishman as he could see that the man held a deep hatred for the Lannister name. He should've known that after the brothel incidence after he had been in the city for only a few hours. "So tell me little man, do you think I deserve vengeance for what has happened to my family at the hands of yours."

"I believe you are justified in seeking some form of retribution yes."

"So should I kill your niece and nephew, maybe ship Myrcella back in pieces, rape your sister with the blood of them still on my hands, and then sack Casterly Rock or Kings Landing. Is that a form of retribution you would approve of Lannister. Is that what you would see me do now as you have robbed me of my chance at vengeance."

"Well I would say that would only earn you a war with the rest of Westeros as Cersei is queen, her children are members of the royal family, and her son is king."

"Do you think I care? Did they care that Elia was a princess of both Westeros and Dorne?"

"Well I am sure that you could have the Mountain instead. Maybe speak to my father…"

"We are done here Tyrion Lannister. I wish you and your champion the best of luck."

Oberyn left the cell without another word as Tyrion let out deep breath trying to get his heartbeat back under control. He would've prayed but only hoped that his champion would kill the Mountain. Afterwards he would go somewhere far away from the viper's pit that King's Landing was. With Oberyn after anyone with the name Lannister and Cersei and Tywin seeing this as the perfect chance to rid themselves of him, despite all that he had done for them, he knew he could do well with some time away from it all. Maybe go back to the wall and take the Black, finally get himself removed from all the great game.

'Well I sure hope Tyrion hasn't passed up on Oberyn for nothing. He needs someone good to even stand a chance against the Mountain.'

'More like he suckered some fool into it to slip away while the Mountain's beating him.'

'I don't think Tyrion would do that.'

'Well it doesn't matter what he does. The Mountain will kill whoever he sends out. He better hope a Wandering Crow comes by soon or else he's going to lose that ugly head of his.'


Oberyn joined the others in the crowd as they awaited the arrival of Tyrion's champion. He was still furious at his chance for vengeance slipping through his fingers so easily and vowed to himself that he would kill the Mountain after the trial. He could poison him at the victory feast the queen would no doubt throw and be there to witness him slowly wither away as the weeks went by. The strength that made him so renowned slowly leaving him as he grew weaker and weaker, his body giving out at random times as it grew worse, the pain he would feel as his time drew nearer, and finally the paralysis that would take him last. He would be buried alive as everyone thought him dead. They could burn him but it would give Oberyn the same satisfaction. Being burned alive unable to scream and unable to move. Oberyn could almost be glad his offer had been rejected if he was able to go through with his backup plan. He could always challenge him to a duel and kill him that way as well and he was having trouble deciding what would be more satisfying.

He felt Ellaria's grip tighten on his arm as the crowd fell silent from the idle chatter that had been going on at the arrival of the queen's champion. The Mountain stood as tall as word said he was and he easily towered over those around him. Conversation only started again when he began to see to his sword while a positively terrified squire saw to his armor.

"You wanted to fight that?" she said in horror at what Oberyn had planned.

"I wanted to kill that. I wanted him to confess." Oberyn replied with the hate clear in his words. "He would tell everyone here what he had done to my sister and her children."

"Let someone else try." She urged him while her hand ran up and down his arm trying to soothe him.

"Trying is for those who don't succeed my love. I would've killed him."

The two of them along with everyone else went silent again as they saw someone approach Tyrion. It couldn't be his champion as the man had been seen around the city over the last week and he wasn't dressed for battle. He wasn't dressed as any of them as he chose to wear a suit and tie over the robes other men of court favored. He leaned down to whisper something in Tyrion's ear and Tyrion only shook his head in acceptance as he waved the man forward. He came to stand in the center of the arena and waited for the noise to die down before beginning to speak.

'Well I think it's about time we found out who this mysterious champion was.'

'Doesn't matter. Mountain will kill 'em. The imp would've been better off if he hadn't called for this. At least then he had a chance to get away with it.'

'He had as much chance in that kangaroo court as someone has trying to light a fire underwater and you know it.'

'That was a fair trial. The imp's just so sure of his guilt he had to try and find a way to weasel out of it.'

'He has a name and it's Tyrion.'

'We'll see which one they put on his tombstone. If he even gets one.'

"Lords and Ladies I stand here as the advocate of my client. I have heard your whispers in court on who this could be and am here to put them to rest. Is Mr. Lannister' champion the disgraced younger brother of Ser Gregor? That would truly be an excitement matchup that everyone would want to see. Is it the true culprit of the king's murder come forward to seek justice before the gods? I believe many of you think that it was Tyrion himself though so that one is out. Is it some sellsword from a little known corner of the world? Come to make a name for himself by defeating the most feared knight in Westeros? That would truly be something a bard could sing about." He paused and his eyes went across everyone in the arena as they leaned forward, anxious to figure out who this mysterious champion was and hanging onto his every word. Even Tywin Lannister looked interested. Cersei was simply waiting for the man to be done so she could see the hopes of the disgusting beast that was her brother destroyed as the Mountain defeated his champion. "I am here today to tell you that are all wrong! My client isn't some lowly sellsword! My client isn't some coward who resorts to using poison! My client bares no grudge against any of those gathered here today and cares little for whatever justice may be done here today." Tyrion looked fearful and the rest of the occupants of the arena looked incense as the trial by combat looked like it was being spit upon by this man known had seen before a week ago. He looked content to remain silent and raised his hand asking for silence but the crowd would have known of it. Finally Tywin Lannister himself stood up and called for order. He didn't exactly say anything but everyone quieted when he rose in deference to the Old Lion. He looked at the man below with a look that could only say go on. He smiled at the oldest Lannister and resumed his speech. "My client is a fighter and simply wants a fight. My client came here for the best fight he could have and he's going to get it. He wants to fight the biggest, strongest, deadliest, and toughest man you have. He saw an opportunity and he took it. You all spit upon him now but will come to regret what you have done when this is over." He pointed a finger at where the Lannister's sat. "When you're champion lies in a heap on this arena's floor, when he begs for mercy, and when my client stands tall you will know your error. You all have broken the eleventh commandant. Thou shall not intentionally provoke the beast." He turned to where Tyrion stood to the side and the spot that awaited his champion. "Now Lords and Ladies please join me in welcoming my client, your champion of champions, the 1 in 23 and 1, the beast, your conqueror, and soon to be mountain slayer…!" he paused to take a deep breath before announcing the champion. "BROCK LESNAR!"

'Oh my god. This is unbelievable. Tyrion needed help and by the seven he couldn't have found better.'

'Ser Gregor's got this. He's not going to back down to someone who needs someone to announce all his titles.'

'Titles he's more than enough earned.'

'Well I'll be the judge of that one.'

'I sure hope he didn't hear you say that.'

Lesnar's music hit to dead silence as he emerged from seemingly nowhere as he emerged from the steps behind Tyrion. Tyrion only looked on in bewilderment as the man strode past him without batting an eye, his gaze entirely centered on where Ser Gregor stood across the arena. Lesnar was smiling at the prospect of the fight. Many were taken back by this. No one smiled at the prospect of fighting the Mountain. No sane man and none insane had even thought of doing so. The Mountain was known for his cruelty and ruthlessness. To smile at him would only bring it out in spades and leave you broken on the ground if you even managed to survive the onslaught. No one was foolish enough to trifle with the man after the stories of what he had done during the Sack of King's Landing came to light. Many hadn't had nightmares as graphic as the stories that were told.

Brock Lesnar was not a normal man thought. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning as he bounced on the balls of his feet. Shaking his arms before bringing them up to his chest in some warmup with its reason known only to him.

"Excuse me?" Tyrion hesitantly asked from behind him and Lesnar looked at him over his shoulder with that same smile in place. "I noticed you don't have any weapons. Do you wish to choose one from the rack here? It was put there for me in case no one showed but I think we can find you something."

Lesnar's manager was back at Tyrion's side then and after a look shared between him and his client they both laughed at the suggestion. They seemed to think of it as the funniest thing in the world as he doubled over in laughter before long. Tyrion should've taken offense to that as it was his life at stake right now and it shouldn't be anything funny about the man your fighting for giving you helpful advice on an opponent. He kept his calm though, he couldn't blow his chance with his fighter.

"Mr. Lesnar doesn't need anything like that." He replied after standing back up straight. "He wants this to be a somewhat fair fight, not a situation where he can't have any fun."

"But…but…and pardon my language. That's the fucking Mountain. That's the man who cut off a horse's head with a single swing from his sword, a two handed sword that he wields with one. He moves faster than a man of his size should be able to and has more than enough skill to be a master swordsman. This is my life at stake here and I would rather appreciate it if you would take it seriously." Tyrion kept his voice level through it all but they both could see the fear in the man's eyes as he began to rethink the acceptance of their offer and wished he had taken Oberyn's instead. "I'd enjoy it very much if you did."

"Your life couldn't be in more capable hands. That I assure you."

"Taking a dagger would at least ease my mind."

"Any weapon is overkill in my client's hands. He's far than capable as is. Anything more and it's just simply too unfair to the Mountain. Well more unfair than it currently is."

The two turned to see that Lesnar had approached the middle of the arena and looked to be even more excited than he already was at the prospect of the fight. His smile seemed to go from ear to ear as he looked to Mountain up and down. The Mountain looked at his opponent with a sneer behind his helmet. He had forgone and shield in his weaponry since he had gotten word of the trial and had settled on using only his sword. The shield wouldn't be needed on whoever the imp had called to stand for him. They would be too paralyzed in fear at seeing him for the first time and he would cut them in half right down the middle. The man in front of him now looked only stupid. He didn't have a single piece of armor on him and looked like he was going to the beach instead of a fight. He would make short work of him.

"What the seven hells is wrong with you?" the Mountain asked as he raised his sword but didn't swing, curiosity getting the better of him. "Not a scrap of armor and no fucking weapon. You think this is a joke? You think I'm a joke?" he didn't try to hide his outrage at the man that stood before him and wanted him to know he had angered him.

Lesnar didn't say a word and simply raised his fist again as he settled his feet and looked at the Mountain over his gloves.

"You won't be quiet for long. They all scream in the end." The Mountain had made up his mind. He would take his time with this one and show him why he should've shown up with an army behind his back when he knew he would be fighting him.

"Lords and Ladies…" Lesnar's manager began again. "This hubris of Ser Gregor, or the Mountain as you call him, will be dealt with as will all of yours. The beast doesn't care what you all think or what you all say. The beast knows one language and that is the language he speaks with his fist." He pointed towards the Mountain specifically and Lesnar actually turned sideways to give the man an unobstructed view. "Ser Gregory you will come to know your own folly most of all soon enough. Your family might've sworn an oath of fealty to Tywin Lannister and his family but your…" he paused and seemed to bask in the attention he was given as everyone was hanging onto his words. "But your ass belongs to Brock Lesnar! Now the conquerors of conquerors will show all of you your folly when you so carelessly broke the eleventh commandant. You may break all the other ones and live a life unpunished. But as soon as you break the eleventh you will know your punishment in this life and not the next because there is a reason thou shall not intentionally provoke the beast!"

'By the seven Heyman wants them to know exactly what they did. He's willing to let Brock get his hands on all these people. That's just inhumane.'

'That is if Brock even makes it out of there. He's fighting the Mountain without a sword, without armor, and without even a squire. At least then he would have a shield and the Mountain could have fun chasing him around.'

'I pity him. I don't think he knows what he's gotten himself into.'

'Finally something we can both agree on. Brock doesn't have a damn clue about what he's walking into.'

'I was talking about the Mountain.'

'Now that's just stupid. The Mountain's out there in full armor and Brock's in shorts.'

'Have you forgotten what Brock Lesnar can do?'

"Have you forgotten who it is he's fighting down there?'

The Mountain didn't waste any more time and swung his sword to take off one of Lesnar's arms. It would show him how wrong he was to show up to the fight as he did. Lesnar wasn't going to go down easy though. He moved fast enough to get away from the sword unscathed. He didn't move away though. No Lesnar never moved away from an opponent. He ducked under the Mountains sword and came in close. His gloved fist hammered into the Mountain's chest piece in rapid succession. Each one ringing out like a blacksmith hammering steel on an anvil to the audience. They thought that Lesnar's gloves were armored and that was the cause for the sound. To the Mountain it was like his armor didn't mean anything, he felt each and every one of Brock's fist connect. The Mountain backed away as quick as he could as Brock stood where he was, still smiling as the Mountain tried to get his bearings back. He snarled in fury at being forced back by some no name and rushed forward with his sword ready to go straight through Lesnar. The massive man moving so quickly in such heavy armor took so many in the audience by surprise that they couldn't help but gasp. Lesnar stood stock still as the Mountain approached him. many believing him as shocked at the development as they were to properly move. It looked like it was over and the Mountain had simply underestimated his opponent in the beginning.

Lesnar waited until the last second to move. He turned his body to avoid the sword and didn't stop there. He was quicker than the Mountain and got behind him as he followed through with his attack. Lesnar somehow managed to wrap both his arms around the Mountain's waist and no one knew how he did what came next. Lesnar threw himself back and raised the Mountain, armor, sword, and all the weight of the man, into the air. Now Lesnar spoke for the first time since he had entered the arena.

"Suplex city bitch!"

At that Lesnar let go of the Mountain and fell to the ground as the Mountain That Rides became the Mountain That Flies. He soared cleanly over Lesnar's now prone form and impacted the ground with enough force to make many think the ground and the stands had rumbled from him collision with the ground. The thunderous crash caused them all to jump to their feet to get a better look and pinch themselves to make sure what they were seeing was real. The Mountain had just been tossed into the air and completely out maneuvered by someone they had never heard of before. Even Oberyn had to marvel at what he was seeing right now. He couldn't believe someone had the strength to throw the Mountain into the air like that. No one would call anyone a fool for thinking that they would be crushed underneath the Mountain if they even got him off his feet.

'Oh my god! He just suplexed the Mountain!'

'It's a fluke! Get up already Ser Gregor! Get up!'

'The truths right there in front of you. That's as much of a fluke as the sun rising is.'

All their eyes turned to Lesnar as they saw he remained on the ground with his arms outstretched. He must've been exhausted from tossing the Mountain over himself as he did. Then Lesnar started making a sound that many leaned forward to hear. Lesnar was chuckling. Then he was laughing. He was laughing after having suplexed the biggest man in Westeros. Lesnar was far from exhausted. He looked like he was having the time of his life. Lesnar used a kip up to get back to his feet and was smiling as he walked towards the Mountain. The Mountain was still staring at the sky, still too dazed from being suplexed onto the ground. His head had smacked against the unyielding metal of his helmet and his hands pried it off his ringing head. He managed to pull it off just as Lesnar's shadow loomed over him. He threw the helmet at Lesnar and grabbed his sword. Lesnar caught the helmet and held it for a moment before tossing it away. The Mountain was getting back to his feet now though with his sword in his hands. He was on his knees when he swung his sword at Lesnar's stomach with the intent to gut him. Lesnar again dodged it and tried to step inside the Mountain's guard to get a few shots in at his face. The Mountain shoved him back with one hand though and forced Lesnar to dodge again when he tried another sword attack.

Lesnar let the Mountain backpedal away from him as he settled back in his stance with his fist raised, bouncing on the balls of his feet with the smile back in place. The Mountain was infuriated as he looked towards where Tywin sat and saw him standing along with the others in the crowd while also looking disgusted at his performance. He had expected anyone to easily fall before the Mountain and was now getting this display. The Mountain brought both hands to his sword now and the crowd fell silent as the two circled each other. Lesnar had countered the Mountain's attacks thus far and proven himself able enough to dodge and even outmaneuver the man. He had even proven himself as a strong man as he had managed to get him off his feet and throw him to the ground. The Mountain and Lesnar advanced slowly towards one another. The Mountain more cautious than Lesnar in his approach as Lesnar still only smiled.

The two clashed again with the Mountain coming at Lesnar with a two handed overhead strike that would open Lesnar up from his shoulder to his waist if it connected. Lesnar saw it coming and dodged the Mountain's attempt and tried to scramble behind him again for a repeat of their previous clash. The Mountain wasn't going to let it happen twice though. He used the flat of his sword to hit Lesnar across the flat of his back. He would've turned it to bury it in Lesnar's back but was afraid Lesnar would somehow turn it against him. Lesnar winced from the pain in his back and more importantly stumbled away from the Mountain hunch over. The Mountain pressed his advantage with an armored knee crashing into Lesnar's chest. The beast let out a curse but didn't let the pain in his chest distract him from the fight he was in. The Mountain wasn't stopping at just one move. His armored fist entered Lesnar's field of vision and Lesnar grabbed hold of it. The Mountain was surprised at the action and made to stab Lesnar with his sword but Lesnar used his strength to slam both men into the ground. Both of his arms locking around the Mountain's one as his legs wrapped around the Mountain's midsection.

'By the seven it's the kimura lock! The Mountain needs to yield or Lesnar'll break his arm! I swear to the seven he'll break his arm!'

'He can get out of this. Just wait and see. Come on Ser Gregor. Fight out of this.'

Lesnar wrenched the arm in his hands as if he was testing the reaction he would get and he heard the crowd gasp as the Mountain hissed in pain. Lesnar applied more pressure and the Mountain let out a louder hiss. The Mountain began fighting back with the incredible strength he was known for though as Lesnar felt the man trying to pull his arm out of the dangerous hold. Lesnar wrenched the hold again as the Mountain actually let out a shout this time. The Mountain wasn't out yet. He struggled to his knees under his and Lesnar's combined weight. With only one arm supporting the both of them and Lesnar completely off the ground he proved to everyone why he was the strongest man in Westeros. Lesnar was content to simply hang off of Gregor like a leech though and showed no signs of letting go of the hold. He only wrenched it more. He was trying to break the Mountain's arm. The Mountain's face twisted in pain, the feeling he gave so freely to others but was so foreign to himself, as Lesnar wrenched again. The Mountain tried to rip his arm free of the hold but Lesnar's grip was like iron, the only way he was going to get free was if Lesnar let him go.

Suddenly the Mountain simply let them fall to the ground. Lesnar winced as Gregor's weight landed on him but didn't let go. So the Mountain did it again and again and again. Each sounded more powerful than the last as the Mountain tried to crush Lesnar beneath him. He just kept slamming them both into the ground but Lesnar held the hold. The Mountain was showing no progress in the short distance between the ground and Lesnar when he was on his knees.

With a yell and much struggling he managed to get to his feet. His other arm held the limp Lesnar up as he took a few steps towards the walls that surrounded the arena.

'By the seven! I have to admit that the strength of the Mountain is truly incredible.'

'Look at that right there. That's why the Mountain's not finished yet.'

'Yes but Lesnar's still got that kimura locked in. He'll break his arm if he doesn't do anything about it.'

'Just give him some time. I think Lesnar's about to go for a ride.'

'I hope Lesnar isn't afraid of heights because that man is massive.'

He couldn't get more than a few steps before he stumbled though and Lesnar actually looked down at the ground. Ser Gregor was a tall man and now he would use all that height to his advantage. With a yell the Mountain threw both himself and Lesnar straight to the ground. Lesnar definitely felt it this time as the Mountain had literally thrown both of them to the ground. He didn't simply fall. Lesnar bore the brunt of the move and finally let go of the kimura as the Mountain rolled away from him, immediately bringing his arm to his chest. This seemed to be a respite in the fighting as the Mountain held his arm to his chest and Lesnar tried to get his bearings and breath back after being slammed to the ground with the Mountain crushing him beneath him. The crowd waited with baited breath to see what would happen next. This wasn't a fight that any of them had expected but was something they couldn't say they were disappointed in.

'And now both men are down.'

'This is where the tides turn. This is where the Mountain takes control of this fight.'

'I think it's anybody's game right now. The first man to his feet is going to have the advantage.'

'That's going to be the Mountain.'

Lesnar finally moved after several minutes of stillness besides the rise and fall of his stomach during his heavy breathing. The Mountain was still where he had rolled to with his arm on his chest, wincing every now and then as his other hand prodded it. Lesnar didn't seem to want to get back to his feet though as the moment he had gotten to his hands and knees he made his way towards the Mountain. Lesnar wasn't smiling anymore and his face had a look of determination as he made his way towards the prone form of the Mountain. The Mountain must've heard him approaching as he turned to look at him and tried to sit up. Lesnar wouldn't let him though as he came at the Mountain with a ferocity that lived up to his nickname of 'The Beast'. He struck the Mountain's face, chest, and really anywhere else he could with elbows and punches that didn't seem to stop. There was one elbow that stood out to everyone as they heard the Mountain shout from the shot as his nose was broken and blood started to pour from it. The sight of blood didn't make Lesnar stop or even slow down though, it really seemed to make him only more eager. At the pace he was going soon enough his black gloves would be turned completely red by the Mountain's blood. The Mountain's attempts to shove him off were useless as well. Every time he shoved Lesnar off the man was back on him before he had done more than sit up. He would be thrown back to the ground and Lesnar would continue the assault as if nothing had happened.

Lesnar seemed to have enough of it finally and he stood up with a shout of triumph. This left many looking at him curiously as he hadn't killed the Mountain and none had heard him yield. Lesnar didn't care what they thought just as Heyman had said before. The Mountain had finally managed to sit up without Lesnar's constant harassment and was wiping the blood from his eyes and off of some of his face. He didn't see Lesnar come up behind him until and felt his arms around his midsection. Lesnar took the Mountain to suplex city for the second time as the Mountain was hoisted to his feet and Lesnar tossed him overhead. He wasn't stopping at one though. Lesnar walked to where the Mountain had landed and forced him to sit up before delivering another suplex. Another soon followed. The next one had the crowd counting along.

"5!" None it seemed could compare to the voices of Oberyn and Tyrion as they rose above them all.

"6!" Tyrion was slightly louder this time as the gold cloaks behind him let him go to watch the fight long ago.

"7!" Oberyn was out of his seat before anyone else and relished in the satisfaction of seeing the Mountain thrown around like he was nothing to Lesnar.

"8!"each of their voices matched the other in volume.

"9!" they called out in excitement seeing if Lesnar would go for 10.

Lesnar paused with a hand on the dazed Mountains shoulder, the only thing keeping him sitting up right being Lesnar's legs. He looked to the crowd as if asking for permission to continue the onslaught. The crowd responded with a massive roar of approval. Even Tommen found himself joining in to the ire of his mother and grandfather. They might've shot him a dirty look at rooting for Lesnar and by proxy Tyrion but he would always admit to never hating his uncle. Besides the looks they gave him were down right pleasant in comparison to the looks they gave to Jaime who had joined Tyrion, Heyman, and a surprisingly happy Oberyn down below. No one knew when the two had joined Tyrion but now they sat drinking wine like good friends. Lesnar slowly turned to look at where the four were seated and looked towards Tyrion for what he could only think of as approval. Tyrion smiled as he raised his cup towards Lesnar.

"Take that bitch to suplex city as many times as you like." The aura of satisfaction coming from the man who once thought himself dead was almost unbelievable to behold. No one paid him any mind though as Lesnar smiled before he grabbed the Mountain again.

"10!" the crowd cried out in satisfaction as Lesnar delivered the final suplex to the Mountain.

'By the seven that was 10 suplexes! He just suplexed the Mountain 10 times! He's unstoppable!'

'Just wait until the Mountain gets back up.'

'And Lesnar will take him right back down.'

Lesnar got up, in a way that could only be described as fire up. He went to towards the audience with the yells and shouts growing as he got closer.

"Welcome to suplex city!" he called out to the crowd went absolutely wild. It didn't matter that the Lannisters were there or that they were supposed to be the elite of the city, they had just seen what everyone had thought of to be impossible be done. Someone had absolutely manhandled the Mountain and had suplexed him not once but 10 times.

"Lesnar! Lesnar! Lesnar!" the crowd chanted with a few others chanting. "Suplex city! Suplex city!"

'Look at that Lesnar's got the crowd eating out of his hands.'

'Traitors all of them. They'll rue all of this when the Mountain stops playing around and ends this.'

'Well I don't think the Mountain that Flies is going to be getting up anytime soon so it looks like they'll have plenty of time before they start ruing any of it.'

'It's the Mountain that Rides for one and Ser Gregor has Lesnar right where he wants him. He's over confidant and distracted right now. This is the perfect time to strike back.'

'Well he better hurry up because I think Lesnar wants to end this soon.'

Lesnar did indeed want to end it. He hadn't gotten the fight he wanted but he was sure others could be found if he really wanted to find another one. His reputation as the only person to defeat the Mountain would scare away plenty but also bring in plenty of challengers who wanted to say they beat the man who beat the Mountain.

The Mountain though had finally gotten back on his own feet and after he managed to keep himself standing straight long enough to get his head back on straight he looked towards where Lesnar stood with his back to him. He was taunting him and soaking in the excitement of the crowd at his humiliation. He couldn't stand this. He charged at Lesnar, ready to crush his head between his hands and end this once and for all. The crowd must've tipped him off to what was happening as Lesnar turned around at the last moment. The Mountain lunged for his head but Lesnar side stepped him and before he knew what was happening had lifted the Mountain onto his shoulders. He walked across the crowd to where the Lannister's sat with their champion still on his shoulders, struggling to free himself to no avail.

Lesnar smiled at the Lannisters as he took one arm off of the Mountain's struggling form and blew a kiss towards Cersei to add insult to injury, well the Mountain's injuries. Cersei was fuming as she could basically kiss her only chance to get rid of her brother without becoming a kinslayer goodbye. The murder of her precious son was only the latest in his long lines of victims that started with their mother. No her mother. Jaime obviously never loved her if he sided with Tyrion now. Tywin simply grimaced as his personal weapon was completely humiliated in what should have been an easy fight. He would have to rethink House Clegane's standing as one of the vassals of House Lannister after this. Tommen was an entirely different creature though. He absolutely loved what he was seeing. He didn't care about all the politics and grudges that surrounded this fight. He simply loved seeing it.

"Finish it Lesnar!" Tommen shouted along with the rest of the crowd.

The Mountain seemed to know what was coming next as he began to struggle with renewed vigor. Still Lesnar held his place in front of the Lannisters with Clegane up on his shoulders. Lesnar finally deemed that it had been long enough and with for a devastating finale he delivered the F5 to the Mountain. As soon as the Mountain hit the ground every sound died for a moment as if everyone was listening for the end. Lesnar didn't seem like he was out to kill the Mountain and instead just wanted to beat him in front of every one. He was going to pick the Mountain back up for a repeat performance when he finally heard the words that would end it.

"I yield! Mother's mercy I yield!" he shouted into the ground, too ashamed to raise his face to admit his defeat. "Just please stop. Mother's mercy just stop."

There was no single word to describe what exactly happened to the crowd when Lesnar roared in victory at what he had just done.

'There you have it! Lesnar just beat the Mountain! Lesnar just beat the Mountain! That had to be one of the most brutal things I've ever seen. By the gods I don't think I'll go a day after this where I don't think about what I just saw. What about you?'

'I say this is a sad day in the history of Westeros. A kingslayer is going free dammit! We shouldn't be cheering and instead be going after him with pitchforks and torches.'

'I think an innocent man was just saved from the chopping block. The guilty party here is probably someone we never expected. A lot of people had a reason to kill Joffrey and I don't think many would pass up on it.'

'So you admit Tyrion wanted Joffrey dead and he's guilty!'

'Seven hells even I wanted Joffrey dead. There was something wrong with that boy.'

Tyrion was brought onto the field sitting on the shoulders of Oberyn and Jaime as he pumped his fist into the air in celebration. Heyman went towards his client and everything quieted down in anticipation for whatever he had to say.

"Lords and Ladies I present to you your victor of this Trial by Combat by the yield and utter destruction of his opponent. My client, the conqueror of conquerors, the beast, the streak breaker, and your true champion…" he grabbed Lesnar's hand and raised it into the air. "BROCK LESNAR!"

"I thank you profusely Ser Lesnar and you have my sincerest apologies for having ever doubted you and your monstrous abilities. I'm not even sure that's the right word to describe what you just did."

"You should consider yourself proud. Not many people can stump my baby brother. That is truly an accomplishment to have to one's name."

"I'll think about it." Lesnar said as he turned to look back towards the prone Mountain. "Mountain crusher sounds better though."


AN : Yup the beast just beat the Mountain. Yeah I did bounce around the timeline and will probably keep doing so. The Hulk Hogan one will probably be continued with what happened to Ned in the throne room though. I'm still debating who exactly will show up but the main idea is there. A Ned execution one might even happen. This just sort of happened in a couple days and it wouldn't leave me alone until it was published. Don't blame me, blame the fear of being suplexed by an idea that I have and everyone else should have.

And please tell me if you see any typos. Apparently there's something going on that I'm not seeing because the Word doc I have of the first chapter doesn't have the same errors.

Well hoped you enjoyed and that's it for this one.

And yes airbrozil you were right about the commentators. I had good old JR and Jerry Lawler in mind when I wrote them.