"Should I be scared of Brock Lesnar? Probably, yeah. Could he break me in half with his bare hands? Probably, yeah. You know what happens, though? If I'm in the ring with Brock Lesnar, I get dumped on my head 36, 40, 50 times and either I just don't get back up and he just eats me alive -- which is a good possibility -- or he just keeps dumping me on my head, and dumping me on my head, and I just keep getting back up. And he starts to get tired, and that 300 pounds starts to feel real, real heavy, and he starts to wonder why this isn't working. 'Why is he still standing back up?' And all those injuries from all those years of all that combat start to creep up on him and he starts to get tired, and his feet start to get heavy, and his hands start to drop, and he starts to wonder 'what is going wrong here?' And that's when he gets his ankle broken! That's when he gets his finger broken, that's when he gets his nose broken, that's when he gets his eye ball gouged out, and when his eye ball is dangling above the mat he starts to wonder 'man, maybe I should have taken Dean Ambrose a little bit more seriously.' That could happen."
I admire the absolute dedication to victory such a strategy would require but it still means getting dumped on his head a bunch of times by The Beast himself.
You know what, though? I'm looking forward to seeing him try.