Memphis, Tennessee

Jim Ross: "Welcome, folks, to Monday Night Raw live from Memphis, Tennessee! It's a special night here as we've got some incredible action lined up for you."

Jerry Lawler: "That's right, JR! And speaking of action, let's not forget what happened at Judgment Day. Zlatan Ibrahimovic went through a brutal Falls Count Anywhere match against Booker T. The young lion took quite a beating, and it seems he's taking a few days off to recover."

Jim Ross: "Absolutely, King. Those two left it all in the ring, and Zlatan is definitely deserving of some time to heal up."

As the conversation continues, the camera cuts backstage where Molly Holly is giving an passionate interview to Terri Runnels about her role as role model for women in wrestling. "Terri, I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm the embodiment of what a women's champion should be. I'm a role model, a perfect example of class, dignity, and strength. I represent women all around the world who aspire to be more than just eye candy."

"Strong words, Molly. But you've got some competition, including the Women's Champion, Trish Stratus. What makes you stand out?" Terri asked.

Just as Molly is about to respond, Zlatan Ibrahimovic walks into the scene, catching their attention and the crowd. Zlatan smirked his signature smirk as he was taking the week off to recover from the battle wounds he sustained from last night with stitches on his forehead. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Molly Holly, the perfect model for women's empowerment, huh?"

Molly looks at Zlatan, a bit surprised by his interruption. "Excuse me?"

"Don't get me wrong, Molly. You're a talented wrestler, no doubt. But let's not pretend that the wrestling business is all about being a role model." Zlatan pointed out the hypocrisy.

Terri raised an eyebrow at the young man's statement. "Zlatan, Molly has a point. She's trying to set an example for young women."

"And I respect that, Terri. But we're also in a business where we settle our differences in the ring. We fight, we bleed, and we put our bodies on the line. So forgive me if I find it a bit hypocritical to hear about 'perfect models' in this business."

Molly crosses her arms, clearly not pleased with Zlatan's perspective. "You may not understand my point of view, Zlatan. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm determined to make a positive impact."

Zlatan acknowledges the point. "Fair enough, Molly. Just remember, in this ring, it's not about being a role model. It's about proving yourself, night after night."

With that, Zlatan walks away, leaving Molly Holly with a thoughtful expression. The camera cuts back to the commentators.

Jerry Lawler: "Looks like Zlatan's got a different perspective on things, JR."

Jim Ross: "Absolutely, King. Zlatan's been through a lot, and he's not afraid to speak his mind. It'll be interesting to see how this story develops."

As the commentary continues, the crowd's reactions to the backstage segment are mixed, reflecting the diverse opinions on the matter.

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After the Hardys beat X-Pac and Big Show, The camera switches to the backstage area where Zlatan Ibrahimovic is seen walking down the corridor. As he turns a corner, he comes face to face with The Undertaker, who is holding the Undisputed Championship after beating Hulk Hogan albeit under controversial circumstances.

The Undertaker had a chilling gaze on the kid. "I heard about your match with Booker T at Judgment Day, kid. Falls Count Anywhere, huh?"

Zlatan's eyes meets Undertaker's gaze with no intimidation. "Yeah, that's right. Took a beating, but I came out on top."

The Undertaker smirked callously. "I watched that match. You've got guts, I'll give you that. But you're still a long way from understanding what it's like to be in the ring with someone like me."

"Well, Undertaker, I've faced some of the best in my young career so far, and I'm not one to back down from a challenge." Zlatan stated not intimated by the 12 year veteran and the new Undisputed WWE Champion.

The Undertaker notes the unwavering confidence in Zlatan's statement. "You've got fire, kid. But remember, this business has a way of humbling even the most confident."

Zlatan narrows his eyes, not backing down from The Undertaker's presence. "I'm not here to make friends, Undertaker. I'm here to prove myself."

The Undertaker chuckled. "We'll see, kid. We'll see."

The Undertaker walks past Zlatan, leaving an air of tension in his wake. The camera lingers on Zlatan's determined expression before cutting back to the commentators.

Jerry Lawler: "Whoa, did you feel that, JR? The intensity between Zlatan and The Undertaker is electrifying."

Jim Ross: "Absolutely, King. The Undertaker is no stranger to competition, and Zlatan's determination is clear. This could be the beginning of something big."

As the commentary continues, the fans in the arena buzz with excitement, sensing the potential for a future clash between Zlatan and The Undertaker.

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Zlatan Ibrahimovic walked down the corridor backstage, his mind focused on his friend Rob Van Dam (RVD) who had faced an unfortunate loss in his rematch for the Intercontinental Championship against Eddie Guerrero at Judgment Day last night. As he approached RVD's locker room, he could hear the frustrated tone in RVD's voice as he spoke to himself recalling it.

"Man, that was close. I had Eddie right where I wanted him, but those ropes... damn it!"

Zlatan knocked lightly on the door, and it swung open to reveal RVD sitting on a bench, still catching his breath after a grueling win earlier tonight. "Hey, RVD. Tough break out there, huh?"

RVD looking up to see the Bosnian Croat of Malmö. "Zlatan? Yeah, you could say that. Eddie got me with those ropes... I thought I had him."

Zlatan nodded. "I saw the match, and you were incredible as always. But listen, I just came from Ric Flair's office."

RVD raised an eyebrow. "Flair's office? What's up?"

"Well, considering the way Eddie won at Judgment Day, Flair decided that there's going to be another shot at that Intercontinental Championship. And this time, it's a ladder match." Zlatan told him of his visit to the Nature Boy.

RVD's eyes widened in surprise. "A ladder match? That's a whole different ball game, man."

Zlatan nodded. "Exactly, but I know you've got the skills and the heart to do it. It's next week in Edmonton. You're getting another chance to become the IC champion."

RVD's frustration seemed to fade as a spark of determination lit up in his eyes. "Thanks, Zlatan. I appreciate you looking out for me."

Zlatan smiled. "No problem, RVD. You're my friend, and I've got your back. Now, go get some rest and start preparing for that ladder match."

As Zlatan turned to leave, RVD spoke up again. "Hey, Zlatan."

Zlatan looked back over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

"You better keep an eye on Eddie. I've got a feeling he's not gonna go down without a fight." RVD warned.

Zlatan smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I'll be watching closely."

With a nod of camaraderie, Zlatan left RVD's locker room, leaving his friend to start gearing up mentally and physically for the upcoming ladder match. The challenge was set, and both Zlatan and RVD were ready to face whatever Eddie Guerrero had planned for them.

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Backstage in the bustling corridors, Zlatan Ibrahimovic walked with purpose, his mind focused on his next move. As he turned a corner, he almost collided with another figure who was walking towards him. The momentary collision was followed by a tense silence as the two men locked eyes.

It was none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin, the Texas Rattlesnake himself. The atmosphere grew heavy with the weight of their presence, the energy between them crackling like electricity.

The Texas Rattlesnake narrowed his eyes at the young man. "Well, well, if it ain't the young lion himself."

Zlatan showed his trademark grin. "Stone Cold. Seems like the locker room's getting smaller by the day."

"Don't you go thinkin' that just 'cause you've had a bit of success around here, you're some big shot." Stone Cold advised.

"I ain't here to prove anything to anyone, Stone Cold. I'm just here to do my thing." Zlatan stated firmly.

Stone Cold raised an eyebrow at the kid's unyielding self belief. "Is that so? Well, let me tell ya somethin', son. This is my house. I've been through hell and back in this business, and I ain't about to let some young punk come in here and act like he owns the place."

Zlatan met his gaze. "I ain't here to step on anyone's toes, but I won't back down from a challenge either."

The tension in the air was thick, a clash of two strong-willed personalities that refused to back down. Zlatan's confidence and Stone Cold's unyielding determination created a volatile mixture.

Stone Cold smirked. "You got some fire in you, kid. I'll give you that."

Zlatan replied. "And you've got that Texas pride, Stone Cold. But I've got my Bosnian Croatian pride too."

Stone Cold chuckled. "We'll see about that."

The exchange of words came to an unspoken understanding. They might have locked horns verbally, but there was an underlying mutual respect beneath it all. Both men were cut from the same cloth, driven by their passion and determination to succeed.

"I'm always up for a challenge, Stone Cold. Just remember, I ain't backin' down from anyone." Zlatan.

Stone Cold gazed the kid. "I'll remember that, son."

With a nod, Zlatan continued on his way, leaving Stone Cold behind. The tension between them lingered, setting the stage for a potential future showdown that could shake the foundations of the WWE.

As Zlatan walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The encounter with Stone Cold had ignited a fire within him, a fire that fueled his determination to prove himself even further in the world of professional wrestling. The clash of an old rattlesnake and a young lion was inevitable, and Zlatan was more than ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.