The next five minutes were a masterclass in brutality. Lesnar hit a belly-to-belly suplex that sent Angle crashing into the steel steps. Angle, bleeding from a gash above his eye, retaliated with three consecutive German suplexes, the third one launching Lesnar across the ring like a ragdoll.

Undertaker, in his full purple-and-black regalia, rolled his eyes back. The Seoul crowd, despite the late hour, shivered. This wasn't entertainment. This was a ritual.

THIRD SLAP.