Man, thinking about Brock Lesnar takes me back. I remember when he first showed up in WWE. Just this absolute freak of nature. Didn’t talk much, just destroyed people. Paul Heyman did all the talking, Brock just did the smashing. Simple formula, but damn, it worked.
I followed his whole career, pretty much. Watched him become champ super fast. Then he left for the NFL tryout, then UFC. Gotta admit, winning the UFC heavyweight title? That was legit. Showed he wasn’t just a pro wrestling character, the guy was a real fighter. Scary dude.
But then he came back to WWE. And honestly? That’s where he felt right, to me anyway. He wasn’t the young rookie anymore. He was this part-time mega-attraction. Show up, wreck someone, leave. The whole “Suplex City” thing started.
- German suplex.
- Another German suplex.
- Maybe one more for good measure.
- F5.
- Go home.
Some folks complained it got repetitive. Yeah, maybe. But it was believable. You totally bought that this guy could just ragdoll anyone like that. It was pure dominance. Didn’t need fancy moves.
My Own Attempt at ‘Beast Mode’
It kinda reminds me of this one time I was trying to fix a jammed shed door. I messed with the hinges, tried prying it, nothing worked. I’d just watched Lesnar dismantle someone on RAW, probably Cena or Reigns, I forget who. Just pure power, straight line approach.
So I thought, heck with it. I’ll just be like Brock. Put my shoulder into it and force the damn thing open. I took a running start, slammed into the door.
Well, the door didn’t open. But I did manage to crack the wood panel right down the middle. And my shoulder hurt for like, a week. Total failure. Made the problem way worse. Had to replace the whole door eventually.
Guess just smashing things only works if you’re actually Brock Lesnar. Most times, you need a bit more thinking, less brute force. Still fun watching him though. You always knew what you were gonna get: destruction. Pure and simple.
